Alex struggled against the sun that had forced its way through the curtain and now was trying to open his eyes. With a heavy groan he rolled over away from the wall to face his bed side table. His left eye peeked open to catch a glimpse of the blazing red number that red 8.26am. For a moment he did nothing, then he realised he had over slept. There was a tangle of legs and blankets, as he struggled to get free from the covers, without any luck he fell to the floor with a thud.

"Ughh" he muttered grabbing his head before getting up more slowly. He patted over to the small bedroom that was adjoined to his bedroom, like most teachers of Xavier's had. Within 16 minutes he was dressed, though his brain was still trying to wake its self.

He grabbed his folder tucking it under his arm before he left his room to find his class, now running late. As he entered the room the class fell quiet, they knew not to misbehave when he was late. It usually meant he was in a bad mood.

"Open your textbooks to page" Alex looked at the sheet on his desk scanning for the number.

"Page 286" waving his hand around, he flopped into the chair resting his head in his hand. If students hated Monday mornings, well Alex loathed them. The hangover from yesterday not helping. He suddenly regretted going out on Saturday.

The class went on as it usually did, boring and Alex held no interest to teach people that did not want to learn. As the day came to end, he casually woke up, though his mood did not improve.

'Alexander' the voice rang in his head, a silent message from Charles. Just from the tone Alex knew he wanted to talk, he was halfway to his room before he did a U turn and headed back with some grumbled curse words that the students really shouldn't hear.

"Yes" Alex asked as he opened the door, he did nothing to act nice, or be pleased.

"There's something I need to show you, or rather someone" Charles stated from behind his desk, a smile on his face. Alex narrowed his eyes wondering what trick this was. But even before he could question him a man sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk turned around. Alex, to busy wondering why he was here, had not noticed him.

"Hello Alex" the man sung out with a bright smile that held no fear or pain or memory of their last encounter. Alex looked at the man his face suddenly going pale, his eyes wide in shock surprise and something else.

"What" Alex stuttered out, his legs almost giving way as he looked to Darwin. Darwin rose from the seat about to speak before Alex dropped his folder and ran. Ok it was a childish move, but it was the only thing he could do from fainting, throwing up or doing something else. There stood the man who he had killed so many years ago. And while everyone told them it wasn't his fault he knew it was. It was his power, his fault that Darwin had died all those years ago. Alex pushed the doors open and ran down the steps until he was standing on the grass, leaning over suddenly feeling sick again. Whether it be from the hangover or from seeing Darwin alive.