Morning came around fast, Tyson had fallen asleep on the table counter and I woke to find myself sprawled on the ground. I really didn't know how I got there but I got up before anyone came in. I sensed that Weeder was out on the couch sleeping and I gently shook both of them awake with mental taps.

Up, it's about eight in the morning.

Tyson woke up with slight struggling and I could hear Weeder groan but get to his feet without falling over asleep. I heard faint footsteps padding the staircase and then entering the kitchen.

"Oh...," it was a small soft voice.

I turned to see Kitty there with Bobby by her side. They seemed stunned at first but then they had seen through the thinner hair, and gaunt face. Kitty smiled and embraced me. Bobby and I bumped fists.

"Oh my god!" Kitty started her voice full of excitement and concern, "Where have you been?"

"Toronto Canada," I replied.

"Been trouble up there," Bobby replied.

"Yeah, that's why I decided to come back and bring a little someone with me."

They looked past my shoulder and saw Tyson mentally turning the tap on and off. They looked at me and then looked back at my son.

"He looks...,"Kitty started, "He looks like you."

I nodded, "He's my son, Tyson."

Tyson turned to me and I caught a glint of his father in him.

"Also Pryo," Bobby added unhappily. Kitty hit him in the stomach and said, "Enough! We're going to make breakfast help us."

I moved Tyson over to the island and then took out the pans then summoned the fridge door open to allow the food to fly onto the counter. Bobby made up the drinks while Kitty and I started to fry up the eggs.

"So why did you leave? Everyone missed you so much."

I shrugged, "It was mainly because of Tyson, I needed a place to raise him until age safely. I knew a few cousins up in Toronto anyway mutants too."

"Well I'm glad you're safe, that's all I can say."

Within five minutes more adults came down to help with breakfast. They met Tyson and hugged me welcoming me back to the mansion. I looked to see the man last night give me a nod and I returned it. I was bombarded with questions and that I missed quite the last few years. But while this was going on I couldn't help but think of Pyro, would he have not joined the Brotherhood if we kept in touch if I updated him about his own son? I sighed and tried to stay whole at least until breakfast was over.

Once breakfast dishes were done I watched as kids rushed off to class. Tyson was taken with them and I watched as he talked and laughed with the others. I felt a rush of greatness as I saw Tyson actually getting along with kids that were his age and not being made fun of.

"I think I remember you."

I turned to see the man and nodded. I remembered him slightly, never really made actual conversation but knew him enough.

"Logan right?" I asked.

"Yeah and your Alison."

I nodded and said, "Where's Charles, I want to talk to him."

Logan frowned and seemed to give me what was like a sympathetic look.

"What's wrong?"

"You don't know then?"

I looked at Logan with a curiosity and he sighed placing his hand on his forehead.

"Jeez," he muttered.

"What?"

"Alison…Charles is dead."