"My Rogue, she gone."

"I know. I told you, remember?"

"I let my Rogue go with you and you can't keep her safe for five minutes, mon ami?"

"Rogue's a big girl. She's also super strong and highly resistant to injury. How the hell could someone just take her without us noticing?"

"I was with you, mon ami. I didn't see anything either, so I have no guess to make, no?"

"Wonderful. So from Mr. Suave to Cousin Cletus in thirty seconds?"

Gambit glared at me. "This is no time to be making with the jokes, Kyle. The longer Rogue is gone the harder it will be to find her."

"Shouldn't we just call Emma and have her do the Mental GPS thing?"

"I already been trying to call her." Gambit tapped his forehead. "She not at home right now."

"And there's no such thing as telepathic voice mail?"

"No there is not. We are on our own, mon ami."

"Fine. Come on."

"Mon ami? Why are you holding Gambit's hand? Gambit appreciates your admiration but he is really not that sort of fellow."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, Cajun." I pulled him over to where Rogue had last been. "For this work, I need an emotional anchor. I need to use the bond between the two of you to find Rogue."

"You can't do it yourself?"

"Yeah, sure. Rogue's known me for all an hour so her spirit is totally linked to mine already and I'll have no trouble finding her without you." I laughed bitterly. "C'mon, pretty boy. Let's get going."

"I do not like that term, mon ami."

"Pretty boy?"

"When you use such a name for someone it implies a lack of respect—or a sign of affection. You do not know me well enough for the latter and I have done nothing to deserve such scorn. Call me Remy. Or Gambit. Do not call me this 'pretty boy.'"

"All right." I had a sneaky feeling that he was right—that I was judging him unfairly. God knows that I had been on the receiving end of such things enough to know better—but I didn't really want to apologize to a guy who had everything I never would so I decided to move on. "Think about Rogue. Think about nothing but Rogue."

"That will be easy, mon ami as you well know." He squeezed my hand.

"Eye of Agamotto."

The silver amulet on my neck pulsed with a faint glow and opened up, revealing that eye once more.

I closed my own, but instead of darkness I saw through the Eye.

The world was silver and black through the Eye … except for Rogue. Only Rogue looked like she always had. Only Rogue was real.

And then I saw the girl – the Hound.

I told Gambit what I saw.

"The girl. Blythe. The telepath. I don't see the others. She's walking up to Rogue—but she's different. Before she was on a leash—like an animal. Now … now she's almost normal. She walks up to Rogue and touches her forehead."

"She touched my Rogue? Why didn't she pass out?"

"She was wearing some kind of glove. She touched Rogue and then Rogue followed her back to some van." I spat out a curse. "The van drove away."

"Can you track it?"

"Not for much longer. The farther away they get, the fainter the trail will get."

"Then come on, mon ami. Gambit will take you for a ride."

The Eye is still watching the past so I have to let Gambit guide me through the crowd. "Get on."

He guides my free hand to a motorcycle and slips a helmet over my head.

"You carry two?"

"Non. Gambit does not like the 'helmet hair' but he insists his passengers be safe."

I laughed I spite of the situation. "You're a strange man, Remy."

"Says the man with the silver eyeball on his chest."

"You can see it?" I was impressed.

"I think only because you are using me to find my Rogue. Can you maintain contact with me without holding my hand. Gambit is a man of many talents but even he needs both hands to operate his motorcycle."

"Sure." I leaned forward and hugged him. "It's a good thing I'm secure in my masculinity or this would be very embarrassing."

Gambit laughed. "I like you, mon ami. I really do. Now hold on tight. We will find Rogue! Just tell me which way to go."

And we roared off.