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Chapter 7

Emma's POV

Looking around, I groggily open my eyes. There I am, lying in a dirty apartment. Fear surges through me... what if Dad is home? I push my bangs down, and stand up. My legs are sore and bruised, so I fall back down. Suddenly, from around the wall's stained corner, stumbles a middle-aged drunken man. His eyes swivel toward me, bloodshot. I am angry; he is the one who hurt me!

My hands start to buzz, and a explosion blows through the room, destroying everything. My head feels fuzzy, and then everything is red and black...

I moan in my sleep. Once again, here I am: trapped in my own body. Faintly, my mind feels... open. I take a look around the strange place called me, and see only that, me. Jake is gone! I feel happy now. Like I'd be content this way for a long time. A really, really long time...

Forever.

That word popped into my head, and it was perfect. I was content, maybe even a bit happy. Why should I bother to go through the work of rousing myself? I was fine, safe, most likely since I was still perfectly OK. In this state, I could browse the world, immerse myself in other people's lives, both real and fictional.

The possibilities were endless. I could go into my memory of Harry Potter and all the other beloved, ragged paperback books I had read countless times. I could journey through the world, learning the good things. I would likely get better as time went on, more in control, and select memories I wanted to replay, perhaps live in a fictional place in some deep corner of my mind... so many options...

Better get started!

Professor Xavier's POV

He looked at the small girl sitting in the infirmary. Charles had listened to all accounts of the story, and still couldn't believe Emma was alive, let alone so... unscathed. So many wonders to be found, the longer you live... Charles had also scanned her mind; he knew the facts, now he just had to put the... 'options' into play.

Folding his hands he calmly thought about the situation. From what he knew, she was still mentally intact. However, she seemed unwilling to "come back to earth" as some might put it. In Emmaline's opinion, there was no point.

Charles sighed. The girl, despite her experiences, still retained a few qualities of those so young. At this point, it was highly unlikely any amount of persuading by him would make a difference. No, it would best come from a peer, someone to relate to. From there, if he could build up a relationship, a tie to this place, the healing part would, although time consuming, be simple—compared to this.

But first she had to find a friend. Someone she would trust. Jamie? Might as well try, perhaps she would enjoy his innocence. Jubilee? Unlikely, but worth a small attempt. Rahne? Yes, that would be a good one, as she had led to her freedom from the clutches of that man.

Charles shuddered; what horrible intentions.

Back to the subject. Kitty? Too young, girly. Still, he would give it a try, even if he doubted Emma would enjoy the other girl's sympathy, no matter how well Kitty meant. Roberto? Yes, worth a try, as confidence was something Emma wished for, unknowing she already had it. Bobby? No, not a good choice, but still, better give him a try, just in case. Ray? Not likely either, yet Charles knew he must try everyone—the more ties Emma had here, the better and easier this would be. Kurt? Yes, a definite choice, because Kurt could understand feeling different, and was good at making people laugh. Laughter could do wonders. Amara? No, and no, but still he'd try her. Rouge? He'd try it. Jean? Certainly. Scott? Maybe. Sam? Why not. He worried about his family too.

And so on.

Jamie's POV

Jamie smiled at Ororo, wondering what she needed his help for. No one ever seemed to want his help around here. Ororo said, "Here, Jamie. The professor wants to talk to you."

Ororo walked away, and Jamie turned to face the professor, wondering why they were in the infirmary hallway. Professor Xavier smiled at Jamie, before clearing his throat and saying,

"Nice to see you Jamie. You're wondering why we are here, outside one of the Infirmary rooms? Remember Emma? Well, she has taken ill, most unfortunately, and really needs a friend. I would appreciate it if you came in and visited for a while, and if she wants you to, and you are willing, come back, say, every evening?"

Jamie nodded. He'd be glad to help someone out! They walked in, quietly. The room was medium sized. The curtains fluttered in the light, cool breeze. Oddly, there were no machines beeping, like there normally were in a hospital room, when someone was sick. On the bed, a tiny figure lay. She was very pretty, laying there on the bed, and appeared much younger than when Jamie first met her. Long brown hair was draped over the pillow, and a pair of glasses were folded on the bedside table. Professor Xavier nodded to the plush chair next to the bed before wheeling out of the room.

Hesitantly, Jamie sat down. "Um, hi."

The room was absolutely silent. Jamie was afraid to say anything more, but something inside of him told him to.

"My name's Jamie. I'm thirteen. Uh, your age, I think." The room was still. Jamie felt a tug, to tell more. "I, um, my codename is, erm... Multiple. Lots of people call me runt though." Jamie scrunched up his face.

Suddenly, a light laugh, like soft wind chimes, rang through the room.

Jamie jumped, making three more of him, and accidentally upturned the chair. All four Jamies blushed miserably, and put the chair back up, before three disappearing with a loud POP! Jamie glanced, ashamed, at Emma. Surprisingly, a faint smile was on her face. Jamie smiled too, before beginning to jabber like a Blue Jay.

OK sorry this is short. Sorry, I know that's a really bad place to end. But I'll update soon, I promise! Oh, and thank you, all my reviewers! I have been smiling a lot more lately.

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