That killed pretty much the rest of the night right there. The other five mutants came with us to the gate after we finished eating and then we waited patiently until the gate was open. The tickets we had gotten were a connected flight so from New York, New York we would then fly to Westchester Country but I didn't think I was going to survive then. Tyson and I had to keep up the illusion that Tyson had his blindfold and gloves on and he even stumbled a bit to make it more convincing. Once the gates opened we were able to go through and get onto the plane.

On the plane the mutants were ID Scanned by an officer then when everyone was clear, the plane took off. The only problem with flying was that Tyson hated it.

It was like putting your worst nightmare and then adding a child into it. Tyson knew that he was flying and therefore he immediately hated it. Honestly I didn't see why he couldn't have brought this up in the airport instead of actually in the air. I had silenced the radio waves around everyone so that they didn't hear Tyson rant and rave about hating airplanes with his life and that why they had to fly. I didn't even bother explaining it to him because I knew that he was going to comment on me big time.

The plane ride was about three hours and they did have a music station so Tyson was quiet but it took him a long time to be. I was exhausted and not doing so hot. We arrived at the New York, New York airport and then headed towards Gate E where a plane would take us to our destination.

"Another plane?" Tyson groaned.

"Yes," I replied simply, "Another plane."

"Why can't we take something else?"

"Because there is nothing else to take us to where we are going."

Tyson groaned again and plugged in his iPod tuning everything out. I sighed slightly relieved for the somewhat silence but I knew that it wasn't going to last long. I got up, dying for a cup of coffee and headed over to the small corner store where they were selling it. I thought about going back but then I realized that Tyson would be fine on his own, and I sat down on a stool giving him occasional looks to see if he was still sane.

"You looked tired."

I turned to see a man looking at me, he had sandy hair, was a fair height and blue eyes that sparkled like clear water. He was wearing a tweed jacket and spit shining shoes making his status in the world known. I looked at the man and realized that he too was a mutant and my powers zoomed in.

Casey Oliver Twint, age 28 abandoned at birth by both parents at a youth hostel. Ran away at the age of 10 only to be handed to the government at the age of 11 where he served a few years for stealing, possession of stolen objects and illegal marketing of stolen goods. In prison his powers appeared and he escaped at the age of 16 and traveled to Oregon where he started a new life. Powers are superhuman intelligence and superhuman tracking.

So he was a genius in a suit I really wasn't all that impressed by him.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked politely.

"Um…no."

He frowned and then said, "Why not?"

"Because I have to be on watch out."

"For what?"

I smirked, "For my kid. Tyson." I had sent a telepathic message to Tyson and he popped out his earphones and came over. Casey just gawked in total awe.

"Want something?"

Tyson shook his head and replied, "I'm tired."

"You can sleep on the plane."

I gently nudged Tyson off my knee and picked up my cup. I said good-bye to Casey and then left.

The Gate opened not much soon than I dumped the loser Casey, which I was glad because I could feel his glare on the back of my neck. The woman scanned our tickets and then we hurried on board.

The flight wasn't all that bad to be honest Tyson did actually fall asleep so it was okay. I leaned my head against the back and felt myself relax slightly.

"We will be arriving in WestChester Country in five minutes folks, everyone should be buckled in and trays up. And thank you for…." I turned the rest out.

The plane landed and we got off. The twins were staying behind to wait for a few friends of theirs. May and Fall wanted to see a few friends before going to the mansion and Weeder decided to come along with us. We got our luggage, said our good-byes and then went our separate ways. Tyson, Weeder and I went out and catch a taxi. It was pitch black, no stars and the moon was hidden behind the clouds. I managed to flag a taxi and inside the driver turned to me.

"Ya mutants?"

We all stopped, didn't know what to think or say, finally Weeder said, "No."

"Thank god!" the driver said in a relieved voice, "Hate em bastards."

I tried to control my anger toward the driver and I could tell that Weeder and Tyson were too. But I grabbed each of their hands in hopes that the driver didn't stop under a light as Weeder was right in his mirror.

The taxi ride there was somewhat of a nightmare, the driver ranted about how mutants were polluting the world and that they should be rid of them. He sounded a lot like the minister back at my church cursing and sending all mutants to hell where they belong. I closed my eyes and took in a shaky breath remembering all the torment, hate and assault that came my way. I shook my head, that was the past I needed to think about the future for not only Tyson but myself.

A few hours later we arrived at the street where this Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters was. We didn't want to ask the driver to pull up to the curb in case he decided to double our pay. I paid him and then we walked together down to the school/mansion. Each time Weeder passed a garden, the plants would grow to an incredible size and we would pick up speed before anyone woke and saw us. We came to the front gates of the place which were open and walked to the front door.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"11:00pm," Tyson replied.

I sighed and knew we couldn't stay out here all night. I knocked three times on the door nice and strong. In a few seconds a young girl opened it, her eyes were blue cat -slits and her spiky tail flickered side to side curiously.

"Hello," the girl said.

"Hi," I said, "Um…is this Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters?" It was a stupid thing to say but it was the only thing that came to mind.

"Are you new?" the girl asked.

"Yeah."

The let us walk in and then led us into the kitchen. She walked up to a tall extremely muscular man and poked him a few times with her tail. The man woke from his sleep and looked at the girl.

"What is it?"

The girl pointed her tail at us and the man looked at the new mutants who had just walked in.

"Oh."

He stood and gave the girl the rest of his untouched cereal who scampered off immediately.

"The professor isn't awake yet."

"That's okay," I said.

"There is the lounge," he offered although I sensed that he knew it was a pretty pathetic offer. I smiled and then looked at him more. He slowly came back to me and I remembered his name.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

I blushed and realized that I must have had the dumbest look on my face, "Uh…yeah, I'm fine."

"Mom?" Tyson said, "I'm hungry."

I had to admit I was slightly hungry too, the man smirked and said, "Cute kid."

"Thanks." He opened the fridge and said, "Go ahead."

I immediately saw it, I knew what I wanted and reached for it first. Pizza and coke.