She flips through the books, looking exhausted. The school is taking up a lot of her time. She's managed to get Reed to help her with the building, placing the school in a pocket-dimension she's been to a few times. She's placed entrances all across the globe in her old safe-houses. I've seen the school. It's amazing, a gleaming building made of clear crystal which Etana explained was grown not built. Her office in the tip of the tallest peak. The landscape is distorted, with the orange sky and red mountains covered in snow. The trees have silver leaves which make the forests look like they're on fire when the twin suns rise. The lower meadows have brilliant, opalescent green grass with shrubs with leaves that look like gold. A number of miles from the school –which is situated in a cleft between two mountains, inside a dome- is a desert, red sand stretching for miles. There are mountains lakes of a rich brown and the clouds are deep stormy grey. It's a beautifully alien place. When I asked Etana what is was, she seemed so sad. According to her, it's the last remnant, a memory, of an old world, a beautiful world, somewhere she had once been, during its height and been welcomed by those who lived there. She stared at the dome for a long time then sighed. She named the mountains in a flowing, graceful tongue; translating them as Solace and Solitude. And then she burst into tears for some strange reason, talking about a friend who never died; who went to war and was destroyed by it until her friend was gone. All I could do was hold her tight, let her cry.

"I've got four interviews tomorrow, shouldn't take long. The Catheri have got most of the interior done. Hopefully we'll have finished by next month. I've already had almost a hundred applicants and once I've finished with the staff interviews I'll be heading around to check them out. How's your 'little problem' coming along?"

"What, you mean the mutant terrorist going around claiming we all have to pay for Tora's death? Hellish. How can he act like that? She was our friend. We'd much rather she hadn't died. But he's going around telling everyone we as good as killed her and we have to pay. It hurts."

Etana walks over and gently rubs my shoulders.

"How do you think I feel? I wasn't able to help you when he held you all hostage. I was helpless and I hated that."

"I wonder why he scarpered when Logan turned up? Maybe… Tan, could Logan know him?"

"I don't know. But he's good, whoever he is. And that worried me."

"Tan, he knew all our weak points. He used all our weaknesses against us and took us down like we were amateurs."

"Yet he ran when the X-Men came. He was prepared to kill you, but not the X-Men. Why?"

"Tan… You don't seriously think he's an X-Man?"

"No…"

But her tone suggests that she suspects something and she's not going to tell me until she's good and ready. If you think she's bad when she's like this, you should see her in the run-up to my birthday.