I woke up in the infirmary below the school again. Jean was there this time and she explained that I had collapsed and been in a coma for two days. With the amount of trauma I had suffered from the onslaught of Logan's memories I knew that I would have died for a moment as well but no one needed to know that. Jean also told me that Logan had taken off only saying that he had to figure out some things. According to the redheaded doctor, he had only said a proper goodbye to Rogue, a mutant girl who could steal other mutant's powers through touch. A face swam into my mind at the name and I remembered the young southern girl asking me if I was lost when I had first found my way into the school.
The professor was the second person I saw that day. He offered me a place to stay and a teaching job promising that I would be safe. Against my better judgement I agreed and for the next four months I became a permanent fixture at Xavier's School for the Gifted teaching Classical Studies, Languages and Philosophy. The children at the school learnt to trust me and I came to want to protect them and even care for them – a new thing for me as I was used to being on the run from my past and was not used to feeling comfortable and safe.
But every night I would fight against dreams. Dreams of memories that were not mine. Dreams of a certain dark haired, hazel eyed mutant who was running just as I was even though he didn't know it.