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The Quick and the Dead
A silver-haired man in a blue hooded sweatshirt crouches in the corner of a dimly lit jail cell, holding his knees to his chest and mumbling nonsensically. “Wanda,” he mutters.
Two police officers approach the jail-cell with a fresh detainee named T-Bar. The contentious thug asks to speak with his lawyer. The jovial jailers tell him the lawyer is probably on his way over already. After all, T-Bar must have him on a million-dollar retainer, right? They shut him inside the cell. A familiar voice speaks up, obviously excited to see his old friend. T-Bar turns and sees his buddy Rufus, who asks what they nailed T-Bar for. Breaking and entering, he says before asking the same question to Rufus. They fist-bump, and Rufus says he allegedly kicked the crap out of a guy who got in his face. “Totally allegedly for me too,” T-Bar says.
He turns toward the third party in the cell and asks who he is. Rufus introduces their disturbed cellmate as “pretty boy”, and tells him to say hello to Rufus. “Crystal,” the pretty boy mutters. T-Bar assumes he’s asking for meth. Nope, Rufus says. He states that this guy has just been muttering the names of women over and over again, names like Wanda, Maggie, Crystal, Luna, and Layla. Rufus has no idea who they are, but he presumes by the angry way he says her name that Layla is his ex-wife.
He approaches the pretty boy and taps him on the shoulder. He needs to say hi to their new guest. “I ain’t playin’ wit’choo, pretty boy,” Rufus says. T-Bar asks why he calls him “pretty boy”. Suddenly, the man looks up at the two strangers, revealing a bruised, battered face and a bloodshot left eye. T-Bar gasps. Did Rufus do that to him, he asks? Of course not, Rufus says. He looked like this when the cops arrested him for vagrancy. He had no identification on him or anything. The two men decide to leave him alone. They turn around, and T-Bar asks why the man’s hands keep shaking.
The silver-haired man, who used to go by the superhero name Quicksilver, says his sister Wanda’s name once again. He doesn’t think he can take it anymore, he says. In response, Wanda Maximoff, dressed in her Scarlet Witch uniform, appears beside him and affectionately nudges his chin. She tells him the ordeal has almost reached its end. “The trials that you’ve been put through…all that you’ve endured…you’re about to come through to the other side. And best of all,” Wanda says, “you’ve been judged worthy.” She smiles at her brother. He looks into her vibrant green eyes and feels her warmth. However, it doesn’t assuage his self-doubts. Of what, exactly, is he worthy? he asks. Contempt? He tells her to look at his body, which has been acting against him. “I am looking and I’ll tell you what I see,” Wanda says. “I see a good man. A man who has consistently acted out of his fervent belief in what’s best for his loved ones and his people.” Quicksilver asks if the same thing cannot be said about Hitler. He, after all, also acted out of fervent beliefs. Does that make Hitler a good man?
A new voice enters the discussion at this point. “Why do these discussions always come down to Hitler?” he asks. “What do you know of him?” Pietro Maximoff looks up and sees his father, Magneto, adorned in his finest, battle-ready costume. Magneto instructs his son to stand when his father is speaking to him! He scolds Pietro for his perpetual arrogance; he always believed he was Magneto’s intellectual and moral superior. Does he still believe that, he asks Pietro? Pietro admits he doesn’t know. Surprisingly, Magneto commends this answer, a more honest one than he would have expected.
Magneto reminds Pietro that his own parents died because of Hitler, a man Magneto views as evil in its purest form. However, Magneto also met his lover – and Pietro’s mother – Magda in that camp. Without Hitler’s actions, therefore, Quicksilver would never have been born. “Perhaps that would have been best,” Pietro says. Magneto clenches his fist and tells his son not to play the self-pity card with him. He has endured more hardships than Pietro ever will, yet he seeks no one’s pity. He expects the same from his son. “Maybe that’s the problem,” Pietro says. “I’m drowning under the expectations of yours…Wanda’s…”
“Mine?” Crystal asks. Quicksilver turns and sees his beautiful Inhuman wife standing beside their young daughter, Luna. He hides his face in shame. Crystal tells him she cares not about his physical state; she only worries about the state of his soul. He has a good and decent soul that is begging for release. Luna tells her father she still believes in him and never stopped loving him. “And we never will,” Crystal says. She approaches Quicksilver and takes him by the hand. He wraps one arm around her waist, and with the other, caresses the back of her head. Crystal puts her arms around his neck and pulls him closer. They kiss, long and passionately, forgetting about the rest of the world.
“Okay, this here is just messed up,” T-Bar says to Rufus. The two thugs watch their deranged cellmate engaging in a make-out session with nothing but the air in front of him. Does Rufus understand a thing he’s saying, T-Bar asks? No, Rufus answers. He acknowledges that the guy’s craziness seems to be deepening, though. Disgusted, T-Bar walks forward and shakes Pietro out of his trance. It’s bad enough he has to wait to hear from his lawyer; he doesn’t need to contend with a crazy cellmate on top of everything else. Quicksilver seems to regain his senses for a moment. T-Bar pushes him into the corner of the cell and tells him to quiver and shake in private.
“Wow. You’re really having a bad day, huh,” a girl says. Pietro looks over to see the new arrival: Layla Miller. He groans; she’s the last person he wants to see. Layla, slumped against the cinderblock wall, casts a disinterested glance toward him. “Miss me?” she asks. Yes, he says, but if she gave him a loaded gun he would never miss her again. She mocks his retort. He cuts to the chase and asks what she wants. She asks what he wants in turn. He wants her dead, Quicksilver answers.
Layla calls him a liar. If he had truly wanted her dead, he would have killed her in Central Park when he had the chance. He claims he merely failed, unconvincingly. His spirit failed, Layla tells him, because killing wasn’t something it would allow him to do. Instead, he found out how low he would go, but no lower. He hit bottom. What should he do now, he asks? “Now you start climbing back up,” Layla tells him.
He asks how he is supposed to do that. He has nothing left, including the Terrigen Crystals. Layla claims the crystals have done their job; Pietro doesn’t need them anymore. He begins to ask how she could possibly know that, but remembers. She knows stuff. This is actually stuff Pietro knows deep down, Layla says.
“A trip down the road to redemption, like all trips, starts with a single step,” Layla says. Quicksilver asks how one takes that pathetic first step. She directs his attention to the butterfly resting on her fingertips. “Caterpillars are pretty pathetic. Look what they turn into,” she says. She tells him the story of a philosopher who once had a dream in which he was a butterfly, and when he woke up, he wondered if he was a man who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly now dreaming he was a man. The butterfly flutters over to the jail cell’s barred window and flies out into the free world. Quicksilver ambles after it and watches it go. “So,” Layla asks, “are you a mutant dreaming you’re human…or the other way around?” She tells him to follow the butterfly. She will lead him in the right direction, as butterflies always do.
Pietro looks out the cell window and into the sunny freedom of the outside world. “This is ridiculous,” he says. Something on the rooftop adjacent to the jail catches his attention. He sees a young man and a young woman quarreling. He assumes it is the impassioned fight of an amorous young couple. When the man slaps the woman and knocks her to the floor, however, Pietro realizes he has misjudged. His eyes widen as the man drags the woman by the hair, kicking and screaming, to the edge of the roof. He intends to kill her, Quicksilver realizes, yet he can do nothing to stop it! He shouts at the guard to help, but he merely tells Pietro to quiet down. Unperturbed, Pietro continues shouting, much to the chagrin of his cellmates. They are about to shut him up for good when they notice the bars over the window vibrating with an impossible frequency.
Quicksilver, the man responsible for shaking the bars at such a rate, can hardly believe it. It’s not possible! As the brick wall shakes and crumbles and fills the room with dust, T-Bar and Rufus beg for the guards to release them. Their cellmate is a freaking mutant, they shout! He’s going nuclear! Behind them, the bars finally come off the windows. Quicksilver laughs hysterically. “You’re right! I’m a freaking mutant!” he laughs. “But not just any freaking mutant! I’m freaking Quicksilver! And you can eat my freaking dust!” After shooting his cellmates a crazed smile, Quicksilver departs.
He runs down the side of the jail just as the misogynistic man on the adjacent rooftop tosses his girlfriend over the edge. Quicksilver catches her right before she hits the concrete. Running at a supersonic speed, he tells the confused woman his name and who he is: a hero. He advises her not to return to her boyfriend, who obviously doesn’t love her. Quicksilver knows a thing or two about the topic. The woman, meanwhile, has more pressing matters on her mind, like the fact that she cannot breathe at this speed. Quicksilver apologizes for overlooking this and comes to a halt. He drops the woman off where he stops – on a sandy beach at Montauk Point – before zipping away. The confused woman looks around and asks if she is in heaven. A man and his son standing nearby inform her she’s not in heaven, but on Long Island. How is that possible, she asks? Moments ago she was two hours away!
Quicksilver, meanwhile, continues his mad, cathartic dash, which he perceives as a miracle. He runs across the surface of the ocean, toward the setting sun, rousing the interest of a school of playful dolphins as he goes. He realizes now how presumptuous he was in thinking he knew God’s will; he even believed he was God’s vessel on Earth, operating on his behalf. How foolish, he thinks. He barely even understood his own mind; how could he have presumed to understand God’s? Of all my sins…perhaps that was the greatest, he thinks. And what has He done? He’s forgiven me.
Quicksilver runs through Paris, down to Venice, and then to a snow-capped mountain at the top of the world. He takes a flying leap off the tip at full-speed while pondering the lessons he learned in humility, power and mercy, but ironically, he finds he may have overestimated the lessons he learned as he barrels helplessly through the stratosphere at faster than the speed of sound.
Nearby, a commercial airliner begins its descent into an airport. The airborne Quicksilver collides with the plane’s cabin and ricochets back toward the surface of the Earth, much to the surprise of the plane’s pilot. Quicksilver screams as he plummets like a falling bullet toward the ocean. He hits the water and skips along its surface before finally stopping and falling unconscious. Fortunately, a nearby luxury cruise ship spots his inert body floating on the ocean’s surface and orders a rescue boat to retrieve him.
Quicksilver, meanwhile, lies on his back near the top of the water and drifts to sleep. His thoughts once more turn to Wanda, then Magneto, then Crystal and Luna, then Layla, and finally, God. He thanks them all for everything as he sinks into the ocean. He doesn’t care at this point whether he lives or dies. He is content simply knowing he is loved.
Regardless, the rescue boat reaches him in time and pulls him aboard. The rescue crew calls Quicksilver the luckiest man on the planet and asks what happened; was it a shipwreck? “Yes…in a…manner of speaking,” the breathless Quicksilver says. “The shipwreck…that was my life.” After asking his name, they inform Pietro they work for one of the most luxurious cruise ships in the Pacific Ocean. He can sit back and relax; it’s clear sailing from there on out. The sopping wet Quicksilver smiles. “From your lips, to God’s ears,” he says.


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Stuff Happens
Mutant Containment Center, Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn, NY
Winter, 80 years from now
A pretty bleak and desperate landscape surrounds the Sheepshead Bay mutant containment center. Dilapidated, crumbling buildings can be seen from any direction, Sentinels thrown in every so often for good measure. The only exception is a small field, containing one solitary swing set. This is the direction in which Layla Miller is facing, the only thing between her and the field is a ten foot fence, razor wire adorning the top.
Layla’s been standing in that same spot for eight days straight according to one of the guards watching over the rec yard. They call her the “statue” the guard tells his fellow sentry and he has $100 riding on her. She asks what the hell he’s talking about. He just smiles, resting the butt stock of his rifle over his shoulder, and explains.
According to the male sentry Layla came out one day and drew some lines in the dirt and then just stood there, not moving an inch. His co-worker asks why they didn’t make her go back to her quarters at nightfall. He admits they were planning on it, but started taking bets on how long she’d last until she gave up or keeled over. Curious, she asks how long it’s been then. “Eight days” he replies.
She can’t believe Layla’s been out there over a week. “Yup” the other guard agrees matter-of-factly. He adds that she hasn’t eaten or drank anything except when it snowed a couple of days earlier she stood there with her mouth open and kept swallowing the snow flakes. She even sleeps standing up, the guard finishes.
The woman questions why Layla’s doing it, asking if it’s some sort of protest. The male guard doesn’t care. He just wants his hundred bucks, which will be tomorrow, day nine. The female guard questions whether even Layla knows what she’s doing. Her male counterpart replies, “I have no clue what she knows.”
The day passes as usual, inmates are beaten, some carted away in ambulances dead or close to it. Then the darkness of night falls and with it snow. The next day the snow comes down hard, Layla squints amongst the harsh wind and precipitation. Night falls once more and Layla starts chanting, “One of us… one of us… “
The following day six security guards gather together and walk over to Layla finally fed up with the whole thing. They tell her they’re shutting her down and they don’t care why she’s doing it, what she’s trying to prove or what’s running through her mind. At that last remark Layla responds, “Stuff.”
One of the female guards comments on her croaky voice. Another guard asks her what “stuff” she’s talking about. Layla doesn’t move, just continues looking through the fence, but she does start telling her captors all about space junk. Layla tells them how bits and pieces of satellites fall from orbit every now and again and how eighty years ago China blasted a satellite out of orbit just to se if they could. They made a million pieces of space debris with their little stunt, but not a single person was hit on Earth. She comments on how amazing that is. She adds that only one person in the history of the space program, a woman in Oklahoma a century ago, was hit by space stuff, a piece of a fuel tank from a Delta II rocket and she wasn’t even hurt. One of the guards asks what her point is. Layla, unflinching, says they’re due.
Out of nowhere a giant piece of “space stuff” comes crashing to the ground, crunching at least one guard in the process. A bright flash in the sky signals more incoming debris and the guards start running, some nailed before they can move. As chaos ensues Layla mentions the government used to monitor this type of stuff. More debris falls, a Sentinel is decapitated, and a guard’s back gets shredded. Layla continues that it was decided mutants were a much bigger threat than space stuff so they reallocated funds and shut down the department in charge of it. A piece of metal slams harmlessly into the ground a few inches from Layla’s feet. “If you weren’t all busy dying, I bet we’d share a big laugh over it,” she finishes.
Despite them being dead, Layla tells the guards there’ll be no mass escape since most of the prisoners are hiding in their quarters hiding and praying and by the time they realize it’s safe to come out reinforcements will have arrived and will keep everyone contained. She adds it’ll be at least a day before they realize a prisoner by the name of Layla Miller is gone.
Layla then grabs a piece of the debris and carves something into the ground. She tells the guards who are long past alive that she knew there was a pool going on and in case any of them were curious the winning number was ten. She exits through the torn fence leaving behind a large ‘X’ dug into the ground.
Atlantic City, boardwalk
A man with white hair, in a long black trench coats sits in the middle of a bench overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. A ruby-skinned woman approaches him and rests her right hand on his shoulder. Calling this man “dad” she tells him he should stop doing this. The man only replies, “She’s coming today. I can feel it.” His daughter reminds him he’s been saying that every day for the past 20 years. He agrees with his daughter and looks down at the picture of the girl he’s supposed to be waiting for, Layla Miller, and concedes it may be a stupid thing to believe in.
The daughter walks away and tells him whatever gets him through the day. She then tells her dad to come in before he catches his death. “Catch my death, Ruby… you say that like it’s a threat,” he replies.
Manhattan, downtown
Layla approaches a wig shop where a nearby bum asks her for a fifty. Upon spotting her ‘M’ tattoo he asks Layla what it stands for. “Miller,” Layla responds. The bum then asks what that metal thing in her hand is. Layla tells him he asks a lot of questions. The bum gets defensive and says it’s the only way to get to know stuff. Layla tells him that’s not always the case and then throws the object in her hand through the storefront glass.
The homeless man stands up and asks if she’s crazy, worried the cops will come. Layla says she already knows and is actually counting on it, as is Linqon. The bum asks who Linqon is.
Nearby, the girl in question is running from the police, two squad cars in pursuit as she runs on foot. The police yell for her to surrender. Linqon yells back to leave her alone, that she didn’t ask for any of it.  The police tell her it’s her last warning. Linqon, generating some sort of plasma sphere in her hand, tells them it’s actually theirs. She tosses the sphere and it blows through the engine block of the first police car.
The second police car swerves around and continues the pursuit. The officer tells Linqon they know it’ll take a few minutes before she can recharge and promises she’ll be dead or unconscious by then.
Back at the wig shop, Layla’s chosen a piece for her bald head. The owner yells at her through the window that she’s called the police and they’ll be there shortly. She threatens Layla she’ll get what’s coming to her. Layla replies people usually do.
The bum finally decides to leave, telling Layla she’s crazy and tossing his cigarette onto the street. Layla calls back to him and says she’s not crazy, she’s Layla Miller and she knows stuff.
As Layla nears the end of the block she finds Linqon running at her from around the corner. Linqon yells at Layla to get out of the way. Layla assures her everything’s going to be ok. Linqon stops next to Layla for a quick breather and asks how she could know such things. Layla starts to reply with her usual quip, but decides it’s too soon to say it again.
Meanwhile, the police car hot on Linqon’s trail races down the alley unaware of the undercover police car, coming for Layla’s wig shop vandalism, bustling down the street perpendicular to it. The undercover car gets t-boned and fluids start leaking all over the place. Layla grabs Linqon and comments on how she’d have thought they’d have gotten rid of all the gasoline-powered cars by now. A few seconds later the police car explodes, as the gasoline hits the homeless man’s discarded cigarette.
Linqon takes off down the sidewalk. Layla watches her leave and comments on her lack of gratitude. Layla then takes off down the alley. She does not go unnoticed as a teenage boy saw the whole thing and recognizes the fact that Layla seemed to know exactly what was going to happen. He decides to follow her having overheard her say her name was Layla Miler and she knows stuff. He wants to know what other stuff she knows.
Mutant Rights pep rally, nearby
A small gathering of people, most carrying signs, crowd around a man speaking on mutant rights. A few young men sitting off at a near distance listen as the exuberant young man compares the current mutant encampments to the Japanese internment camps of World War II. The speaker goes on to discuss the fear Americans felt of Tojo and Hitler and how innocent Americans suffered due to the same paranoid bias they’re facing now.
The teenager with glasses, goatee and a mechanical device attached to his head above his temple asks his friend who Tojo and Hitler are. His friend with a pink flop of hair in the front and the same mechanical device attached to his head guesses they were musicians and adds he doesn’t really care. “Glasses” agrees and questions if anyone would really care that they’re rounding up mutants.
Layla approaches them from behind and fills them in on the rise of mutant births and how the government can’t identify all of them ahead of time. “Glasses” doesn’t see what the big deal is on that. Layla tells him they’re going to start testing everyone and if you have any mutants in your bloodline going back ten generations you’ll be locked up for observation. “Pink hair” asks for how long. Layla tells him as long as it takes, months, or even years.
Layla lands the coup de grace when she snidely assures them they must know every member of their family going back a couple centuries. Both young men exchange worried glances, though tell Layla they can. Their focus turns back to the speaker who recites the famous “First They Came…” speech.
“First they came for the Jews and I did not speak out because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for the Communists and I did not speak out because I was not a Communist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists and I did not speak out because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for me and there was no one left to speak out for me.”
“Pink hair” asks what a Trade Unionist and a Communist is. “Glasses” says he doesn’t care, then takes off toward the rally and grabs a sign. “Pink hair” says he’ll be right there and then asks Layla if she’s serious about the whole round-up thing. Layla refers to it as “Operation Purity.” “Pink hair” says he’s going to make sure everyone hears about it. Layla smiles that infamous smile and says she’s sure he will.
Layla leaves, but not before passing a tree and calling out to Dwayne who happens to be hiding behind it. Dwayne pops his head out, “How the hell…?” Layla asks which word he was unclear on “know” or “stuff.”
Dwayne steps out from the shadows and asks if she knew he was following her. Layla tells him ever since the alleyway. Dwayne asks if she has a psychic power that lets her know if someone’s tailing her. Layla tells him he sucks at being sneaky and that even Stevie Wonder would have seen him. Dwayne asks who, but Layla tells him to never mind. She then asks him for a ride.
Dwayne, in his infinite wisdom, tells Layla she’s a little too young for him. Layla calls him a doofus pointing out he’s a car thief. Dwayne cuts himself off before asking how she knew that. Layla ignores his confused mutterings and provides him with her destination, Atlantic City. Dwayne asks why because nobody goes there anymore. He asks what’s in Atlantic City. “Once I’m there? Me,” Layla responds.
As evening starts to fall and the two teens are well on their way heading down the highway Dwayne finally asks about the government mass testing program she mentioned to the two guys earlier. Layla points out they had cyberlinks in their heads just like Dwayne and is betting it’s all over the Internet by now. Dwayne confirms her guess.
Layla is pleased as back in the day misinformation could spread with the speed of light, but now with the speed of thought. By dawn everyone will know, she concludes. Dwayne, keying in on the word “misinformation”, quickly looks over at her and asks if she made it up. Not exactly, she replies. Dwayne asks what she means by that.
Layla tells him a story of a comedian back in 1973 who told a joke on late night TV about there being a toilet paper shortage. And although there really wasn’t one at the time he said it within a week all toilet paper rolls were gone from the supermarket shelves.
Dwayne still isn’t sure what she’s getting at and asks if she was making a joke with the purpose of making it a reality. Layla yawns, admitting it was going to happen someday, she just made it sooner rather than later. She then leans her head against the window and tells Dwayne to wake her when they get there. Dwayne tries asking her what toilet paper is, but she’s dead asleep.
The duo finally arrives and makes their way onto the boardwalk. Dwayne still wants to know what’s so great about Atlantic City. Layla sarcastically says it’s because of the great sunrise. Dwayne tells her he’s serious because after the terrorist attacks practically destroyed the place ten years ago nobody comes around anymore. Layla asks why he came with her if he’s so scared. Dwayne, hands in his coat pockets, says he didn’t know he had a choice. Layla responds that everyone has a choice… except for her. Dwayne asks why not.
Layla explains she’s like a chess piece, as is everyone else. The only problem is she sees everyone’s moves and because of that she doesn’t feel she has a right to make her own moves. “You might say I’ve been rooked,” she finishes.
Dwayne admits he has no idea what she’s talking about and supposes he came with her because he has nothing better to do. Then suddenly the planks in the boardwalk erupt in front of his feet and he falls hard to the ground. The culprit who delivered the powerful optic blast stands before them and orders them to leave. Her stance then softens as she realizes who it is, Layla Miller. Layla agrees and looking at Ruby says she’s his daughter. Ruby asks how she knows. Layla says she has his eyes, not in the color sense, but in the “kill you with a glance” sense.
Ruby puts her shades back on and tells Layla he’s been waiting for her. She then holds out her hand to Dwayne and helps him back to his feet. She introduces herself and Dwayne, eyeing up her reddish skin, asks her if name was just a coincidence. Ruby says it was the name given to her at birth even though her skin was normal at birth. Ruby was the name they were told to give her before she was born. Dwayne asks who told them that. Ruby, staring at Layla as she approaches her father, says she did.
“Cyclops?” Layla calls out to the man sitting on the bench. There’s no response so Layla sidles up from behind. She asks Scott if he can hear her. He still doesn’t answer so she tells him it’s Layla. Cyclops finally gets up from the bench. Coldly, he tells her he knows who she is.
A smile creeps upon Layla’s face. She says how happy she is to see him and starts to remark on all the horrible stuff she had to go through. Unfortunately she doesn’t get the chance to finish because Cyclops smacks her clean across the face. Layla cowers on the ground as Cyclops calls her “a little monster.”
Cyclops stands over Layla and revealing he has a bionic left arm and a partial bionic left leg attached at the knee. Also of importance is his lack of visor. He screams at her he’s been waiting decades to beat the crap out of her or even kill her. He’s furious at her for all the horrible things that have happened, events, deaths, which could have been prevented if Layla only shared the information. He asks if it was all a game. Layla tells him he doesn’t understand. Cyclops yells at her to explain it then. “I can’t,” she cries.
Cyclops yells at her to look at him, look at what they’ve done to him. He holds up his bionic arm and Layla can see his eyes, his bright red eyes with swirling energy and no pupils to speak of.
Layla rips off her wig and stretches out her arms telling Cyclops she didn’t get off easy either. She knew all along what would happen to her even before she leaped into Forge’s time machine. She would wake up screaming in her sleep knowing what was to come, she continues. “But I did it anyway, because I had to! I had to!”
Layla explains the atrocities committed against her while in the encampment. She was treated like a piece of meat, shaved, labeled and dehumanized. Tears begin streaming down her face and her voice gets even louder as she questions Scott if he really thinks she wanted any of it. She tells him she only wants to go home and wishes none of this ever happened.
Layla gets to her feet and tells Scott to kill her if he wants to. She starts pounding on his chest and tells him to just do it already. Layla, still crying, closes her eyes and pleads with Scott to just beat her to death, or shoot her or blast her. She doesn’t care anymore she cries; she just wants to stop knowing. She falls down to her knees and begs for it all to end.
Cyclops’ expression turns to one of compassion. He gets down on the boardwalk with Layla and cradles her in his arms. “Shhhhh” Cyclops tries calming her down. He apologizes to her and tells her everything’s going to be ok. Layla says it’s not, but Scott swears that it will.
Not much later Layla poses for the same picture Scott was carrying with him earlier. Ruby comments on how surreal the whole thing is, saying time paradoxes don’t get much more paradoxical than this. Scott takes the new picture from Ruby, telling his daughter she has no idea how twisted these things can get.
Cyclops then hands the new picture to Layla and tells her to give it to him as soon as she gets back home. He then asks if she knows how she’s going to accomplish that. “No,” Layla tells him. Scott asks if she’s serious. Layla says she knows stuff, but not everything. Scott asks if she wants to know. Layla tells him no, because if she doesn’t know then there’s probably a reason for it. Scott supposes she may be right and then mentions he has some clothes waiting for her, if she can believe. Layla says at this point she’ll believe anything.
Summers hideout
Inside a desolate and dilapidated casino a freshly clothed Layla chats it up with the latest addition to the Summers clan, Ruby. Layla asks how long they’ve been hiding out in AC. Ruby says it’s been years, but neither of them needs much food since Scott runs mostly on power cells and she doesn’t need to eat in her ruby form.
Layla asks what would happen if she switched to her normal body. Ruby says she’s afraid to find out as she’s been this way for decades. She guesses she might age nearly seventy years in seconds. Layla sympathizes with her, but tells Ruby there’s something she must do. Ruby asks what she’s talking about. Layla tells her about Linqon and that she’s on the run and afraid. Ruby’s not sure what she’s getting at. Layla says she needs her help and things are about to change, that it’s her time.
“Oh, is it,” Ruby responds, not really believing it herself. Layla tells her she can seize control of her destiny, of mutantkind’s destiny. Ruby tells her she’s crazy. Layla guesses her dad’s told her all about his adventures back in the day. “…endlessly” Ruby replies, but adds she also heard about all the people who died and the “norms” who rejoiced in their deaths, and of course the encampments.
Layla tells her the “norms” are starting to see the error of their ways and it’s all coming to a head. Layla explains she tipped the apple cart a little, but Ruby can get it rolling. “By trying to help this ‘Linqon’ girl?” Ruby asks. Layla replies in the affirmative.
Ruby waves her arm around and questions giving up their safe life. Cyclops overhears this and tells his daughter this is no way to live anyway. Ruby grabs the corner of her shades and drops them down to the tip of her nose. She tells her dad she’s always known that and was hoping he’d realize it someday himself. She then turns to Layla, “Layla… to hell with getting the apple cart rolling. Let’s kick the damned thing over.”
Times Square, New York City
The hustlers and bustlers down on the streets stare up at the recording being broadcast by the Department of Internal Protection. The man in the suit with white hair and white beard greets his fellow Americans with a politician’s smile. He informs everyone of Operation Purity, the operation that was leaked to the public through the Ethernet the day before.
The same man who was rallying students the day before is front and center to the broadcast with his fellow protestors, including Linqon, “Glasses” and “Pink hair.” The firebrand with the bullhorn yells at “the man” and tells him to come down from his ivory tower and try lying to their faces.
The bureaucrat monologues about the difficult decisions they have had to make and makes mention of the testing centers being set up. He tells everyone they will need to report for genetic testing immediately. On one final note the man in the nice suit warns the people if they try to skimp out incentive will be provided. As if on cue, three Sentinels touch down in the vicinity.
The protest leader yells out that the country has gone insane. He tells everyone to stand up and fight. Before he can finish his next sentence he’s taken out by something unknown.
The government man in the video continues his speech, explaining the steps they’re taking are not out of hostility, but out of love for them.
The crowd gets whipped into a frenzy as police in riot gear appear.
“War is peace. Hatred is acceptance,” the white-haired man finishes.
FWAKOOOM… a Sentinel’s head is obliterated by an optic blast originating from a nearby rooftop. Linqon looks upward and sees Ruby and Dwayne, the latter with some sort of electric rail gun.
Ruby introduces herself to the crowd below and tells them they need to stand together, to keep their rights from being trampled and from being imprisoned in the name of freedom. “Today… we rebel!!!” she yells as she finishes her battle cry.
The crowd does rebel and Linqon adds her powers to their arsenal. They take down another Sentinel while the “norms” deals with the riot police. Layla, meanwhile, walks calmly through the swath of destruction, a pen and some papers in hand.
“Dear Diary…
I figured this would be a good day to start you. On April 11, 2003, when Donald Rumsfeld was asked about rioting in Iraq, he said, ‘Think what’s happened in our cities and when we’ve had riots, and problems and looting, stuff happens.’ Well, the stuff that’s happening right now will eventually be known as the Summers Rebellion. A lot of what happens next is still a bit of a wall to me, and I hate that. I hate being unsure. That’s the worst. It makes me too much like everybody else. And I don’t want to be like everybody else. I’m having too good a time being Layla Miller… and knowing stuff.”


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Slings & Arrows
In XF Investigation’s HQ in Detroit, Rictor sits in front of their office computer and is startled. He calls out to Theresa, telling her to check out something he has found on the computer. Carrying her coffee as she and Guido arrive, Theresa chides to Rictor that, so help her, if this is another of those stupid “I haz a cheeseburger” kitten things…
Interrupting, Rictor informs her that a priest in New England got into a shooting incident with some guy. It’s on the wire services. Asked by Theresa if the priest is okay, Rictor replies that he is, and the shooter’s dead. Killed himself. Asked “so,” Rictor tells her to check out the padre’s picture. As she and Guido do so, they see the image of Jamie Madrox, clad in a priest’s garment, on the monitor. Immediately, Guido guesses that it is really Jamie, pretending to be a priest, but Rictor corrects him. Not pretending. The article says “the Reverend John Maddox” has been there for years. Gotta be a dupe. Only answer.
Considering this, Guido asks the others if they think Madrox is connected somehow. Even if it is, Theresa interjects, it’s none of their concerns. There’s no client. No case. Find something else to keep them busy, she them orders. As soon as she has left, however, Guido glances down to the seated Rictor and smiles. So… road trip? “I’m in,” comes the reply.
Looking out the window of an upper floor in a high rise block, Longshot compliments Lenore on her lovely apartment. Asked if he really thinks so, Longshot admits that not really, no. It’s totally disorganized, there’s a layer of dust an inch thick and something’s growing in the refrigerator that could join the X-Men. Tossing her coat onto her couch, Lenore replies that, if another guy said stuff like that, she’d punch him. But, from him, it sounds so… charming… “It’s a knack,” he replies.
Arms behind her back, Lenore playfully moves toward Longshot. Asked by her what his name is, he replies “Longshot.” No, she replies, she means his real name. She figured Longshot is, y’know, his nom de guerre. What name was he born with? He wasn’t born, Longshot retorts, as Lenore seductively draws her face closer to his. He was genetically constructed. Everone is genetically constructed, Lenore rejoins. Really? Longshot asks. Apparently, he’s been misinformed.
Now placing her arms around the back of necks, drawing herself up against him, Lenore tells Longshot that he still needs a real name. Maybe she’ll come up with one for him. If that pleases her, he replies. He wants to do what pleases her? Lenore asks. “Absolutely,” Longshot answers. Taking this as permission, Lenore clasps her hand behind Longshot’s head and pulls it toward hers in a kiss.
A moment later, Longshot pulls back and apologizes. She needs protection, he tells her. Misinterpreting, Lenore replies that she has some in the nightstand. He means his protection. That’s why she cam to XF Investigations. Because she believes someone’s trying to kill her, correct? When she begins to haltingly agree but disagree, Longshot steps back and takes Lenore’s wrist. He cannot remain vigilant if he’s distracted. For her own safety, he asks her, please try to keep her hands off him. To this, Lenore replies that she just has trouble not thinking about him in… that way. Replying that he understands, Longshot adds that he has similar thoughts about Uma Thurman, but they must be strong.
Smiling at Longshot’s words, Lenore takes him by the hand and with playful eyes tells him all right. He can be her guardian. Her attentive sentinel. Wincing Narrowing his eyes, Longshot asks if she could, perhaps, use a different term. “Sentinel” doesn’t have many positive associations.
(the far future)
With the giant, robotic Sentinel behind her, illuminating the night sky with the electrical energy crackling from its decapitated neck, Ruby Summers readjusts her goggles over her eyes. Staring down through the hole in the roof on which she is standing, she remarks to Jamie Madrox below, noting that he looks younger that she remembers. Still holding Layla Miller next to him, Madrox haltingly asks if they have met. They will, Ruby replies. Leaping through this loop of logic, Madrox asks back if this doesn’t count as a meeting. Maybe or him, Ruby replies. Not for her.
Interjecting, Layla tells Madrox that she knows it’s confusing, it’s just one of the hazards of time travel. When he haltingly repeats “time travel,” Layla rolls her eyes. Yes. What did he think just happened. Turning around, gesticulating his arms wildly, Madrox replies that he doesn’t know. Five minutes ago, he was about to kill himself! Maybe he did and he screwed up and now he’s dreaming all…
Stopping in mid-sentence, Madrox’s eyes go wide and he clasps his hand over his mouth. A moment later, he leans forward and regurgitates. Regarding this calmly, Layla asks Madrox if he typically vomit in his dreams. And she’ll wager the taste and smell are way too authentic for… Layla suddenly stops when Madrox raises his hand and whispers that she wins. Remember, she continues, she told him if he barfed, she wouldn’t think less of h…
Still managing only a whisper, Madrox asks how far. Getting a confused response, Madrox elaborates. How far into the future? Eighty years, he is told. My God, comes the reply. Interjecting, Ruby Summers, who has jumped down from the roof, tells Madrox that she’s sure he has a lot of questions. Interrupting, Madrox rejoins that the only question he can frame right now is, do they have breath mints in the future? ‘Cause he could really use one. Incredulous, Ruby mocks that he’s been yanked eight decades forward courtesy of a time-traveling hologram and the best he can do… Give him a break, Madrox retorts. His brain hasn’t caught up to his body yet. Turning to Layla, Ruby asks her to remind her why his guy was worth this effort again.
Suddenly making a connection, Madrox tells Ruby to wait… Ruby Summers? Is she related to… “Scott?” Ruby asks. He was gonna say “Buffy,” Madrox rejoins, but okay… Having had enough, Layla moves to Madrox and grabs his face, scrunching it up to silence. Listen carefully, she tells him. He knows the way he usually is with people? When he sheepishly replies with a “yeah,” she tells him to be a different way. Got it, he replies.
And you Layla, Ruby chimes in. How could she have…? Dammit, they talked about this! When they found out about this lab, they talked about her not doing this very thing! If she hadn’t shown up when she did, she’d be as dead as the idiots who helped her in this misbegotten project! Scowling at this, Madrox sarcastically notes that, yeah, she’s related to Cyclops all right. Apparently judgmental arrogance is a genetic trait.
As Layla begins to rub her eyes, chiding Madrox acting as she asked not to do, Ruby incredulously asks if Madrox just insult her father. He doesn’t know, Madrox rejoins, who’s her fath… Suddenly understanding, Madrox’s eyes go wide. Wait… Scott’s her… father? Not some distant…? Good Lord, how old is sh…?
“Incoming!” Layla interrupts, drawing everyone’s attention upward to the arrival of a squad of three Sentinels. As the threesome dive for cover, Madrox muses silently that here he is, trying to avoid getting killed, while only a few minutes ago he was ready to kill himself. He felt he had nothing more to live for. Now Layla’s here… he’s here, wherever “here” is… Sentinels are here… and he’s fighting for his life. He doesn’t know what to make of that, other than when Layla’s in his life… he doesn’t know whether he’s coming or going. God, he thinks, he’s missed that feeling. He misses it almost as much as sleeping. Feels like he hasn’t slept in a month.
In the past, fast asleep, Theresa Cassidy snores gently. Shaken gently awake by Monet, she asks where she is. Is she in bed? Is… is Monet in bed with her? Because, if so, that’s a little disturbing. Ignoring Theresa’s statement as she raises her head from the desk, Monet informs her that Val Cooper is there. Saints, Theresa curses. Doesn’t that woman know how to pick up a bloody telephone? Apparently not, Monet rejoins.
Now rising to her feet, Theresa tells Monet that she’ll give her a thousand bucks if she deals with her. To this, Monet replies that Val asked for her, she’s rich and Theresa doesn’t have a thousand bucks. Walking down the hall, Theresa yawns that she hates everybody right now, which she guesses means she’s turning into Monet. She doesn’t hate everybody, Monet retorts. She thinks she’s better than everybody else. It’s completely different.
Entering the main room, Theresa greets Val and informs her that she didn’t have to come in person to pay them for their services. A check in the mail would have sufficed. “Services?” Val mocks. She sent them in to capture a weapons shipment. Monet and her associates, Curly and Larry, sank the damned boat. To this, Theresa points out to Val that they caught the smugglers and turned them over to Val’s people. And they stopped the weapons from getting into enemy hands. Enemy hands, Val asks. Or their hands. Pardon their confusion, Monet answers, to “Ms. Cooper,” but sometimes it’s not easy to tell the difference.
Any enemy, Val replies to “Ms. St. Croix” wouldn’t be kicking lucrative gigs their way. An enemy would have Homeland Security going over their status with a fine-toothed comb. And enemy would have Rictor already in the slammer and the rest of them looking at prison time, considering she got shot thanks to them. Trust her, Val concludes, the last think she wants it for her to be the enemy as they pain her as.
Speaking of Rictor, Val changes the subject, where is he? Out clubbing or something, Theresa supposes. When Val then asks about Darwin and Guido, Theresa answers that Darwin’s taking night classes at a local college and Guido is… she doesn’t know, out doing something that would probably annoy Val, is her guess.
Elsewhere, driving along the highway in a Hummer, Guido tells Rictor, who is laying in the backseat, that he is a little surprised he wanted t’come along. He means, the last time he checked, Ric ain’t exactly Madrox’s biggest fan. Told that he’s still not, Guido begins to ask why. It’s not like he got much better to do, is all, Rictor replies before the question is asked. Then asked by Guido if he’s, y’know, okay, Rictor asks back why wouldn’t he be?
Glancing back, Guido sarcastically replies that he doesn’t know. Maybe a month ago he challenged a whole squad of feds to a shootout. Just to protect Terry, he replies. Taking a different tact, Guido asks Rictor if he’s ever heard of “suicide by cop?” When Rictor does not reply, he begins to repeat what he said, but is interrupted by Rictor, who replies that he heard him. Then asked if he has, Rictor’s only answer is to tell Guido to just drive. Yeah, okay, Guido mutters somberly, continuing to do just that.
Elsewhen, Ruby Summers lifts her dark goggles and unleashes an optic blast of black light, yelling back off, slabs in the process. As the optic blast knocks one Sentinel back as it plows through it, another announces with a booming, electronic voice mutant identified as Ruby Summers. Force beams require ninety-three seconds to regenerate. Subject vulnerable during that time. With this, the Sentinel outstretches a hand and prepares to unleash a blast from the weapon in its palm. The resulting scarlet fury knocks Ruby off of her feet. However, when the blast subsides, she defiantly, though haltingly, asks the robot if that’s… all it’s got... Again via its electronic voice, the Sentinel replies that it is all that will be required, even as it raises its left foot to stomp the helpless Ruby.
Acting on instinct, Jamie Madrox yells to Ruby to get clear, even as he leaps for the Sentinel’s foot and grabs a hold. Immediately identifying “James Madrox” the Sentinel notes that he has no superhuman strength or destructive capabilities. Conclusion: no threat. Grinning slightly as he holds fast to the Sentinel’s foot, Madrox agrees that he’s pretty much nothing on his own. Fortunately… he has a lot of company. Within a few moments, Jamie Madrox is not alone, dozens of dupes having been generated and each climbing onto the Sentinel, each doing its best to tear the robot apart.
As he and his dupes go to work, Madrox admits to himself that this is a Hail Mary pass, nothing more. Even an entire swarm of army ants are still just ants. But he can’t just stand by. For the past month, he’s had nothing worth living for. Nothing worth fighting for. He never thought there was much difference between a good death and a bad death. Either way, you’re dead. And now… now he’s starting to think he was wrong.
Reiteration, the Sentinel suddenly booms as it produces a blinding jolt of electricity, repelling all of his dupes, mutant poses no substantive threat.
Suddenly, the Sentinel itself erupts, not in electricity but in flames. “Yeah? Really?” a voice calls up to it. “How about me? Do I present a nukin’ threat?” Regarding the source of the voice, a flaming man whom she calls Daemon, Layla congratulates him on his good timing. Just getting to her feet, Ruby notes aloud that Layla doesn’t sounds surprised that he’s still there. Is she ever? Layla replies.
As he remotely absorbs all of his dupes simultaneously, Madrox asks who the newcomer is. He’s Daemon, another new arrival answers, this one a woman dressed in black and sporting a braided ponytail which descends past her waist. He’s always on fire, she continues, referring to Daemon. Controls his agony through medication. Doing his best to digest this information quickly, Madrox then asks the woman who she is. “Hecat’e,” she replies. “And we’re leaving. Right now.” With this, the world goes black for Jamie Madrox.
Through the darkness of Lenore’s apartment, a buzzing sound causes Longshot to turn on the lamp next to the couch on which he had been resting. Raised from her bed and dressed in a bathrobe, Lenore informs Longshot that it’s the front door buzzer. Someone’s ringing to get up there. Asked if she has a roommate, Lenore answers no. So it could be someone who wants to kill her, Longshot deduces. Walking to the intercom, Lenore calls down and hears the voice of her mom. Now speaking back to Longshot, she tells him he was right. Except she’s doing it verrrrrry slowly.
With the press of another button, Lenore buzzes open the door downstairs for her mom to enter the building. A minute later, she opens to door and, holding back a yawn, asks her mom what she’s doing there. She never wanders out this time of… Lenore suddenly stops in mid-sentence as she sees that her mother is holding a pistol in her right hand, aimed directly at Lenore.
Launching himself from the couch, Longshot calls to Lenore, but it is too late and Lenore’s mother pulls the trigger, hitting her daughter squarely in the chest. Cursing that he wasn’t fast enough, Longshot does manage to tackle Lenore to the ground, thus causing Lenore’s mom to miss with the second shot.
In the future, Madrox, Layla and Ruby race away from the inferno behind them. Trailing the others, Ruby calls out to “Hec,” asking where she is. “Right here,” Hecat’e answers, suddenly appearing by Ruby’s side. Told that she lost her for a moment, Hecat’e tells Ruby that when you cause localized blackouts, that kind of think will happen…
Suddenly, Madrox spies a Sentinel at a steep incline, rocketing toward them in a strafing run. He barely has time to yell for a “heads up” before a scarlet blast reduces it to ash and debris. The source of the blast calls out to Jamie Madrox, calling him “son” and noting that he looks like crap. Like five miles of bad road. Turning to the source of the voice, Madrox sees an old man with smoking eyes, wearing a cloak under which a generic, dark-blue X-Men costume is worn. The man’s left arm is totally replaced with a crude mechanical one, as is everything below his left knee. Likewise, on his mainly bald head is a metal plate, just above his left eye. It is a very much older Scott Summers.
“Welcome to the Summers rebellion,” Cyclops, sans visor, tells him. “Here’s hoping you’re far less worthless than you used to be.”


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Suite No. 1: Aurora Moratorium
'Jean-Paul... are you okay?' a voice calls out, as Jean-Paul Beaubier appears to be lost in deep thought. Gazing into his coffee, he sees an image of his sister, Aurora, falling. Northstar's husband, Kyle Jinadu-Beaubier, holds a plunger of coffee and tells Jean-Paul that he looks like he has seen a ghost. 'Aurora's dead' Northstar utters, wide-eyed.
At the Arbor Magna Hatchery, Hope Summers rests on a window and looks out at the hundreds of mutants gathered beneath the sprawling tree where she stands, placing candles, photos and gifts on an altar below. Some of them hang photos of missing loved ones on a tree, while Fabio Medina a.k.a. Egg approaches Hope, who is drinking some coffee, and asks if she ever thinks about how she is the resurrection special sauce. Hope laughs at this, and spits her coffee out, before they year a strange noise, and Northstar speeds into the room. 'What th-' Fabio begins, as Northstar announces that his sister died, and he wants them to bring her back. 'What is wrong with you? You can't just cut the line and barge in here with demands like that!' Hope exclaims, pointing a finger at Northtar, while Fabio tries to hold her back. Hovering over her, Northstar declares that he saw no “line” - only two resurrection workers sipping coffee while enjoying a view of their gift-bearing, groveling supplicants outside. 'Oh, is that the problem? Did I not bring enough presents to make you feel like doing your job?' Northstar asks.
'Guys! What was -' Kevin MacTaggart a.k.a. Proteus calls out as he enters the room with Josh Foley a.k.a. Elixir and Eva Bell a.k.a. Tempus, who mutters 'Oh no'. Hope asks Northstar what he means by “supplicants” - as all those people outside have come here for the same reason as he has – except, he cut the line, flying past hundreds of people all making resurrection requests on behalf of their loved ones – and then he mocked them for it. 'What -' Northstar begins, while a nervous Fabio explains that it is more of a figurative line, a protocol queue, and reveals that they were inundated with so many requests that they had to start establishing some rules, like, for example, proof of death.
'What?' Northstar asks again. 'Um, how did you find out about Aurora's passing?' Egg enquires. Northstar explains that he sensed it, he felt it happen, to which Hope tells him that they still need definitive proof Aurora died before they can begin her resurrection process. 'I mean, dude, you understand why, right? We can't be out here making duplicates all willy-nilly...' Elixir remarks, before Proteus tells Northstar that if he doesn't mind, they have still got the other 16.5 million dead mutants to keep bringing back. 'What do you expect me to do? I felt her die!' Northstar calls out. The Five turn and start to walk away, as Hope glances back and tells Northstar that he should have no problem proving it, and Elixir suggests that he talk to Sage, as she might be able to help. At that moment, the sun shines down through the leaves of the large tree-home that the Five work in, while outside, those waiting for the resurrection of loved ones continue to look up at the tree.
'I can't help' Sage announces, not bothering to turn from her busy computer station to even look at Northstar when he arrives in her office. 'Why not?' Northstar snaps, arms folded. Sage slumps over and props her head up with a hand as she tells Northstar that even if his rudeness wasn't making her feel belligerent, she is not running a police state. 'I don't keep track of the comings and goings of individual mutants – I monitor transit' Sage explains. 'So you're useless, then' Northstar mutters. Sage doesn't respond, before mumbling 'First Beast, then Boom-Boom, now this clown. Why does everyone on Krakoa think I'm a $#%&*#%^ babysitter...', before she asks if Aurora drinks. 'No. Of course not' Northstar responds. An image appears on a monitor as Sage asks Northstar if he is sure about that – because this footage shows Aurora leaving the Green Lagoon Tiki Bar about five nights ago, then she exited Krakoa through the Vancouver gate. 'And that's the last I h-' Sage begins, before Northstar flies away. 'Sure. You're welcome. Bye' Sage calls out.
An instant later, Northstar speeds into the Green Lagoon Tiki Bar. 'Hey, JP. Good to see you' Fred J Dukes a.k.a. Blob greets him from behind the bar, where he is cleaning some glasses. Someone can be seen sitting at the other end of the bar as Northstar takes a seat in front of the Blob, informing him that Aurora is dead. 'Well, $#%&' Blob replies, asking what happened. Northstar tells the Blob that he is trying to figure that out, but he needs “proof of death” to appease those haughty little resurrection monkeys. Northstar adds that every Krakoan “authority” he has requested assistance from in finding that proof has been extraordinarily unhelpful thus far – too busy with whatever it is they do that's so much more important than a dead and missing mutant. 'I... I think it's just other dead and missing mutants, Jean-Paul...' Blob suggests, before Northstar asks him if he remembers seeing his sister here a few nights ago. The Blob confirms that Aurora was around for that big opening party they hosted, but that she left pretty early.
Northstar states that that was the last time Aurora was on Krakoa, and shortly after leaving here, she traveled via gate to Vancouver, but was never registered returning. He asks the Blob if Aurora talked to anyone, but the Blob doesn't recall seeing her speak to anyone, although he offers to ask around.
Suddenly, the person at the other end of the bar looks up and calls out 'Okay, I'm just gonna throw this out there – you're going about this all wrong'. It's Lorna Dane a.k.a. Polaris, and she leaves the bar with Northstar, who asks 'A task force?' 'Investigative' Polaris explains. 'For hire?' Northstar queries. 'For the greater good' Polaris tells him. 'For Aurora?' Northstar asks. 'For now' Polaris responds, before Northstar asks her who is the most suitable. Lorna explains that “suitable” happens after “available”. 'Oh, who's av-' Northstar begins, when suddenly, someone outside the bar reaches up from the ground where they are sprawled out and grabs Polaris by her ankle, mumbling something incoherently.
Lorna and Jean-Paul look down to see Daken lying on the ground. 'What did you just say?' Lorna asks. 'Who cares?' Northstar tells her, before Daken announces that he is available. Jean-Paul and Lorna don't answer him, instead they take flight, as Daken shouts out 'COWARDS! You could've just said no!'
Northstar asks 'Who's both available and suitable?' Polaris reports that Prodigy is available, to which Northstar tells her that he thought Prodigy lost his powers. Lorna reports that he was just resurrected.
'Poop' Rachel Summers a.k.a.  Prestige frowns at her Warwolf pup which she has on a leash as Northstar asks which of the telepaths isn't currently spoken for. Polaris tells him that Rachel was freelancing with Excalibur last she heard, but that she will give her a call.
'Amazing Baby. You have to poop' Rachel tells the pup.
Northstar asks Polaris if there is anybody else she can think of who would be useful to an investigation, to which Polaris tells Northstar that she thinks they are good, and at that moment,
Trevor Hawkins a.k.a. Eye-Boy is sitting on a deck, sticking goggley-eye discs onto his shoes – a pair of Crocs.
Later, Polaris, Northstar, Prodigy and Prestige – with Amazing Baby – are gathered in front of a Krakoan gateway. Polaris offers to post on “mutiesunmuted” to see if anyone else is interested in joining them. 'Couldn't hurt. The more the merrier' Northstar replies. Polaris gets her cellphone out and begins to post, while Rachel tells Amazing Baby not to eat something, when she sees it munching away on something near the gateway. Northstar shakes Prodigy's hand as he thanks him and Prestige for agreeing to help find out what happened to Aurora on such short notice, as it means a lot to him. Prodigy exclaims that he is glad to be back in the power saddle, and thanks Northstar for inviting him. 'Try not to look so gleeful about my sister's death' Northstar orders. Polaris tells the others that she has made the post, and said in it that they will be here for the next few minutes.
'Why wait?' Daken asks as he approaches the others. 'It only took me five minutes' he points out. Polaris looks up at Daken and tells him that isn't really the boastful innuendo he seems to think it is. 'Oh, is that what we're doing? Well, in that case – it would only take me three minutes, if you were having a good day' Daken smiles as he leans in towards Polaris. 'Not you. Go away' Northstar snaps, stepping between Daken and Polaris. Daken asks Northstar if he is too good to work with reformed rabble, and assures him that his super villain days were a long time ago. 'I was finding myself and really Eat-Pray-Killing it up at the time' Daken adds. Northstar explains that he does not enjoy messes – and that Daken is twelve kinds of messy
Meanwhile, a woman drags her screaming child towards the gateway: 'Shhh, no, sweetie, it's okay! It's okay!' the green-skinned woman tells her child. '
You're such a potent concentration of “disaster bisexual” that I fear your chaos is contagious' Northstar continues berating Daken, but Daken replies 'Nah, not when you've got “distinguished bi” Prodigy around to keep things balanced'. So, Northstar tells Daken that they don't need an “enforcer”, or whatever it is that Daken seems to think he has to offer something to an investigation.
The woman is still struggling with her child, 'Come on, sweetie. Please? Don't you want to go see Grandma?' she asks. 'No! Her breff is stinky like dookie!' the child cries out, causing Prestige, who is watching, to laugh.
Daken leans into Northstar and tells him that “Enforcer” is type-casting. 'Oh – do you do anything other than slice and flirt? I didn't know' Northstar mutters. 'As a matter of fact... I have many talents. So how about we allll just.... calm down' Daken replies, turning to the irritated child. 'Huh?' Northstar asks. 'Daken's pheromone manipulation' Polaris explains, as the child suddenly calms down. 'I hate grandma' the kid admits. 'You – you don't mean that, sweetie' his mother remarks, picking him up. 'Yes, he does' Prestige announces. 'You're raising a psychopath. Just so you know' Prestige frowns at the woman, who carries on into the portal with her child.
'What the hell was that about?' Polaris asks. 'Kid was dreaming too loud about kicking Amazing Baby' Prestige reveals. 'Get 'im, Rachel' Prodigy exclaims, while Polaris asks if the kid was scared. 'I mean, Amazing Baby is a warwolf...' she points out. 'Kid didn't know that' Prestige replies.
As the five heroes walk through the portal, Northstar asks Daken why he is so intent on helping. 'Because I'm bored and your sister's hot. The sooner Aurora gets resurrected and starts walking around Krakoa again wearing those -' Daken begins, before Northstar interrupts him: 'Okay, okay!'
The heroes arrive through the portal, and Prodigy tells everyone to wait up, as he can do some digital recon before they hit the street, adding that he can probably narrow down where Aurora went from here. Northstar boasts that he could search the entire city from top to bottom in thirty seconds, to which Prodigy claims that his way is smarter, and asks Northstar if he has checked Aurora's social media activity. 'Aurora doesn't use social media' Northstar responds.
Suddenly, someone runs through the portal from the Krakoa side. 'Wait' they call out, before they re-appear in on the other side – slamming into Prodigy and causing him to drop his phone. The hurried mutant falls to the ground – it's Eye-Boy, who looks up at Polaris and tells her that he is sorry he is late. 'Honestly? No one cares' Daken mutters, while Polaris tells him to shut up. Prodigy picks up his phone and asks Northstar how sure he is that Aurora doesn't use social media. 'Scale of one to “I don't know my own twin”' Prodigy mutters. Northstar pauses, before asking Prodigy what he found.
Shortly, at a motel just outside Bellingham in Washington. 'Well, for starters, I know where she went... I just don't know why. Yet' Prodigy announces as he and the others stand outside a motel room. Polaris uses her powers to unlock a motel room door from the inside, and once inside, Northstar speeds about the room searching for clues, while the others take a closer look around. Prodigy explains that it was easy enough to reverse engineer Aurora's digital trail and bring them to the motel room she stayed at for the past week. 'But what was she even doing here?' Prodigy wonders. 'This room smells like $#%&. I'm going to interrogate the front desk clerk' Daken announces. “Interrogate”? Polaris asks. 'Tomayto, tomahto' Daken mutter as he leaves the room, while Prodigy reveals that Aurora prepaid for this motel room a week in advance. 'How can you tell?' Northstar asks. 'Uh... 'cos I'm good at this. Also, there' a receipt on the counter' Prodigy explains.
In the office, Daken stands before the front desk clerk and remarks 'Tall. Gorgeous. Long, dark hair. I'm sure you saw her'. The nervous clerk remarks that he doesn't know if he can say. 'Taking too long, super-soaker. Let's mix it up' Daken smiles, leaning across the counter. 'Wh-what?' the clerk asks as Daken grabs his tie. 'I literally could smell you had the hots for me as soon as I walked in, so let's just stop wasting our time... and get down to business' Daken suggests. The wide-eyed clerk smiles, and tells the shirtless Daken that he has never seen anyone with as many abs as he has in real life. 'Ha, I know right?' Daken jokes, while the clerk asks him what his question was again.
Back in the motel room, Northstar tells the others that he doesn't think there is anything else they can learn, while Polaris suggests that they need to figure out where Aurora went after this, as she expected to come back. Prodigy points out the mostly full travel-sized toothpaste that he thinks was purchased for this trip, and suggests that they back trace the barcode to see when and where it was purchased. 'And then cross reference -' he begins, before Prestige interrupts, suggesting that she could just telepathically watch Aurora's last moments in here by herself, instead. She sighs and mutters that everybody always forgets about her chrono-skimming ability. Prestige sees visions of Aurora at various stages during her motel stay and reports that she is seeing her last moments, and that Aurora doesn't seem to be in any distress. 'If you have this ability, why not just tell us how and where she died?' Northstar asks. Prestige explains that she can't, that her chrono-skimming ability is so vast and unfocussed that she has to use psychometry to even pick up the correct psychic temporal trail, first.
Touching a hairbrush, Prestige tells the others that she looks for objects Aurora interacted with to serve as her telepathic runway lights to keep following her through time, otherwise, it would be like hunting for a penny you dropped in the ocean when you were a kid – and you don't remember why ocean, or if you maybe just dreamed it. Prestige turns back to the others and reports that she can follow where Aurora went after here too, but that unless they want to spend the next two days watching her continue to track Aurora's movements in real time, she will need help narrowing it down first. Prestige holds something of Aurora's above Amazing Baby and asks the warwolf pup to smell it for her. Northstar and Polaris look at each other wide-eyed, while Prestige tells them that she thinks if Amazing Baby can track Aurora's actual scent, it will be faster than her playing a telepathic game of “hot and cold” through a spectral plane embedded with millions of years of information. 'Or however old this $#%& planet is' Prestige adds.
Back in the office, Daken leans against the counter, while the front desk clerk is now sitting on the counter and is snuggled up next to Daken. 'The same car. Every time. Local plates' he tells Daken, who asks if it is always the same guy. 'Looked like a romantic interlude if you ask me' the clerk remarks. 'How do you figure?' Daken asks. The clerk runs a finger down Daken's chest as he explains that Aurora took the trouble of doing her hair all nice, wearing all these pretty dresses for him. Suddenly, 'That's right Amazing Baby!' Prestige can be heard saying. 'Good boy!' she calls out as she follows Amazing Baby, holding onto his leash. The others follow Prestige, as the clerk asks 'Hey... aren't those your mutie pals?' Daken pats the clerk on his face and thanks him for his help, as he rushes out of the office and catches up to the others, 'Hey' he calls out to Prodigy. 'Hey. Learn anything?' Prodigy asks. 'Yeah. That we're leaving' Daken mutters. Prodigy laughs and apologizes to Daken.
Soon, the group comes to a stop on a long bridge that towers over a river beneath. Northstar and Polaris hover in the air above the bridge, while Daken asks the others if they know that he can track by scent, too, so they don't need to use the mutt. 'Don't say that. He's doing a good job' Prodigy replies, before asking Daken if he can track by scent to other dimensions. The group gather around some railings on the bridge that are missing, and Prestige reports that Aurora's trail gets murky here. 'When she... when her car goes into the water' she explains. Northstar drops down to the edge of the bridge as Prestige explains that she can use her time-travel telepathy to pick up Aurora's trail again, but that it will take her a while to sift through everything that's ever happened down there first. 'How long?' Northstar asks, before Eye-Boy announces that he can help now. He looks over the edge of the bridge and asks what he is looking for. 'Car shaped things' Prestige tells him. Seeing dozens of cars submerged beneath the water, Eye-Boy asks Prestige if she thinks she can narrow it down a bit.
'Midsize SUVs made within the last decade or so' Prestige suggests. 'Um, ok, um, Polaris, do you think you could – there's one right there – and another right there. And there -' Eye-Boy calls out to Polaris as he points down into the water below. Prodigy turns to Northstar and asks him if he is okay, to which Northstar quietly replies 'No'. Eye-Boy motions to some more vehicles in the water, 'And...um...right there too. And...there. Yeah, that's the last one' Eye-Boy states, as several vehicles now hover, suspended in the air thanks to Polaris' control over metal. 'So she's inside one of these? I'll start -' Northstar begins, but as he takes to the air, Daken grabs him and holds him back: 'No. Just let them handle this part, man' Daken tells Northstar. As Polaris continues to hold the cars in the air, Prestige begins telepathically searching them. 'I see it' she calls out, motioning to one of the cars, which Polaris brings to the front of the group, maintaining it just over the group. Prodigy reports that the car's plates match the motel's parking ledger. 'This is what we came here for, right?' Daken asks. And as he looks up through the car windscreen, where  he sees the lifeless body of his sister, Jeanne-Marie Beaubier a.k.a. Aurora, slumped over in the driver's seat. 'Yes' Northstar confirms.
Seconds later, Northstar speeds into the Arbor Magna Hatchery on Krakoa, he flew there so fast that the water surrounding Aurora's body didn't get a chance to drip away, and he places his sister's body and the water down on the ground in front of Hope Summers and the other members of the Five. 'Here, then' Northstar snaps, hovering over the Five. 'Here is your proof'. 'How... how did she die?' Hope asks, looking up at Northstar, who scowls and drops to the ground as he screams 'LOOK AT  HER, YOU USELESS TWIT!'
Egg steps between Northstar and Hope and tells Northstar that Hope is asking because if foul play was involved, they need to alert the X-Men. Tears fall down Northstar's face while Egg tells him that they will begin the resurrection process now that they have proof of death, but that if someone hurt Aurora, then they need to face justice.
Daken, Prodigy, Eye-Boy, Prestige with Amazing Baby and Polaris arrive, and as Daken crouches down next to Aurora's body, Egg asks Northstar if he knows anything about why Aurora drowned. 'I – I have no idea. I... we -' Northstar begins, as Prodigy puts a hand on Northstar's arm and tells him that they have got him. 'Dude, you and Aurora whizzed off before we could show you what else we found...' Eye-Boy calls out. Daken picks Aurora's body up, while Northstar asks his companions what they found. 'We figured out what happened' Prodigy announces. Rachel Summers and Hope Summers look at each other, 'Ay' Rachel remarks, while Hope tells her that she is sorry she missed dinner – again, and they fist-bump each other. 'And we take this proof to the X-Men now?' Northstar asks. Polaris explains that because of the nature of what happened to Aurora, she thinks they should take this to the Quiet Council. She gets her cellphone out and reports that she will tell her father that they are coming.
Northstar sees Daken carrying Aurora's body onwards through Arbor Magna and speeds after him, telling Daken to stop, he asks what he is doing with her. Daken looks over at Northstar and informs him that he is taking Aurora to the Healing Gardens morgue, because even though they know Aurora drowned, he wouldn't hurt to have Reyes do an autopsy to confirm it. 'Not everyone is your #%^&!$% enemy, Beaubier' Daken adds as he carries on, while Polaris announces that the Council is convening, and they have two hours to prepare.
Two hours later, at the Grove, most of the Quiet Council can be seen sitting in their respective seats. Magneto, Xavier, Jean Grey, Storm, Nightcrawler, Emma Frost, Sebastian Shaw, Mr Sinister and Apocalypse are all accounted for, while Polaris and Prodigy stand in the center of the grove, and Rachel, Eye-Boy, Daken and Northstar sit on the seats around the edge, behind the Council. Several holographic images are displayed above Polaris and Prodigy, who announces that at 6:37 this morning, a body identified as Bellingham, Washington, resident Eddie Avidan was pulled out of the Puget Sound – and he was dead before he hit the water. Prodigy explains that the video showing above him is of Eddie's car swerving out of control and crashing through the guardrail, which he sourced from a nearby CCTV camera. Prodigy informs the Council that it was foggy and raining when it happened, so not all of the footage can be made out, but they should get the idea. Polaris adds that they also have photos of the recent skid marks on the blacktop to back this up.
Prodigy continues, explaining that the tread patter of those matches maintenance records for Eddie's car, and the vector trajectory of the marks aligns with the break in the guardrail. Polaris states that human authorities, lacking the resources to retrieve Eddie's car, have concluded this was an accident due to the low visibility and inclement weather. Prodigy informs the Council that when Polaris pulled the car out of the water, they found a different story. Northstar hangs his head, while Polaris reports that the brake lines had been cut, and that she also sensed carbon steel caltrops embedded in the tires. Prodigy displays a simulation that they constructed of the vehicle tampering, while Polaris announces that Eye-Boy used his selective spectral vision to single out a mechanical assembly wireframe. 'And then Prodigy's psychometric ability allowed him t-' Polaris starts to say, before Emma Frost interrupts her: 'Yes, yes we can see how delightfully clever you all are. But what does this have to do with poor Aurora?' she asks. 'She was the one driving Polaris reveals.
Polaris tells the Council that Daken has heightened senses and that he could smell faint traces of brake fluid still clinging to the car, even after she raised it out of the bay, and that it was Daken who suggested they check to see if the brake lines had been cut in the first place. 'You're welcome' Daken calls out, while Northstar raises his head, but says nothing. Polaris continues, reporting that Eddie had not even been in the car at all, that he had been standing where the guardrail break is. Prodigy explains that they think Eddie was lying in wait to dump Aurora's body in the Puget and retrieve his vehicle, but that he miscalculated how the rain would affect the distance of a car skidding after crossing the caltrops trap he had set up. Prodigy reports that their best guess as to Eddie's motive concerns the anti-mutant terrorist militia that he has been involved with in the past.
'Aurora most likely died because an anti-mutant bigot tampered with a car he knew she'd be driving. And he died because he was stupid. What we still don't know are all the whys of Aurora being there, or driving the car, or how Eddie knew where she'd be going – and with Eddie dead, we obviously can't ask him anything' Prodigy announces, adding that based off the proof of death they are able to provide, they would like to request that the Council pass a motion sanctioning the official formation of X-Factor Investigations. Egg, Elixir, Hope, Tempus and Proteus are sitting nearby, and Hope stands up, raising her hand she tells the Council that the Five seconds the proposal. 'We need X-Factor' she states, explaining that if Northstar hadn't sensed Aurora's death, it could have taken them days to realize she was even missing. Northstar reports that Sage mentioned to him that she had already been contacted a few times with missing-persons inquiries, but apparently, that destracts from her normal duties. He adds that Sage might be persuaded to assist an X-Factor workflow in simply monitoring who does go missing, however.

Charles Xavier announces that it has been discussed that a new organization should be formed with purposes of investigating mutant missing persons and suspected deaths and murders so as to confirm when the resurrection process should begin. 'You all answer the first. Is this the assistance the Five had in mind?' Magneto asks, folding his arms. Egg looks up at Magneto and informs him that they have been slammed with resurrection requests, and that they have got to figure this queue priority stuff – like, now. Elixir suggests that they could use an X-Factor team's help in throttling the flow of resurrection requests. Hope folds her arms as she tells the Council that they are having to turn away too many people for lack of proof, which slows trhem down. She adds that Northstar wouldn't be the first person who has needed help finding the proof. 'But it is the first time anyone's done it' Proteus remarks. 'Let alone in under a day' Tempus smirks.
Xavier asks if there are any objections, or whether they are all in agreement that this is to be done. No one raises any objections, so Jean Grey smiles and announces that it is settled. 'Bring them home, Lorna' Storm adds, before Polaris suddenly announces that she nominates Northstar for leadership. 'Quoi?' the shocked Northstar exclaims. Xavier asks Northstar if he wishes to lead the new X-Factor Investigations, and Northstar quickly stands up, 'What? No! Wait – okay. Yes. Oui. I do. I will' Northstar responds. 'Smooth' Rachel mumbles.
As Northstar, Polaris, Prodigy, Daken and Eye-Boy leave the Grove, Magneto goes after them, 'A word?' he calls out to Lorna, who turns to her father as he tells her that was impressive, what the six of them accomplished today – but that he is concerned she would shirk such an important leadership role. 'Why have you done this?' he asks her. Lorna tells her father that she has her reasons, to which Magneto tells her that may be, but reminds her that she has a name here – his name – and with that comes no small measure of expectation. 'Father – if you had to describe my personality, what would you say?' Polaris replies, ignoring her father's comments. Magneto falls silent as he stares back at Polaris. Polaris smiles and tells her father that it is okay, that she wouldn't know how to answer that, either. 'But I would like to learn' Polaris calls out as she takes flight. Magneto looks up at her and tells her that she will return to the House of M for tea regularly. 'Of course. Good night, Father' Polaris responds. 'Good night, Lorna' Magneto utters, smiling.
Shortly, under the star-lit night sky, Polaris descends down into the Krakoan wild, and calls out 'Krakoa... are you there?' Strange colorful metals rise from the ground, and Lorna asks Krakoa if they remember how they first met. The colorful metal begins to retreat back into the ground, but Lorna laughs and tells Krakoa that she is sorry and to come back. 'That was a dumb way to approach you asking for a favor' Lorna admits as she leans into the colorful metals, explaining that the two of them have known each other for such a long time, before asking Krakoa if they can try making something together. Lorna stands up and thanks Krakoa – for everything. There is a loud rumbling, and green energy flows upwards in the middle of the Krakoan wilds. Polaris hovers in the green glow, telling Krakoa that she had forgotten how mineral rich they were until she was living here. 'Every step I take on Krakoan soil imbues me with strength – your strength'. Polaris adds that she doesn't know if Krakoa can feel the connection the same way she can, before setting back down on the ground. She tells Krakoa that she has been meaning to thank them, because for the first time in her life, she feels like a person and not someone's problem. Lorna then climbs into one of the colorful metal objects and lies down, 'And I used to feel alone all the time, but now I feel you...' she utters as she falls asleep.
The next morning, Lorna wakes to find Daken standing over her, laughing as looks up at the new building that towers over them. 'You know what this place kinda looks like? I'm calling this place the Boneyard' Daken announces. Polaris sits up and looks up at the bone-like building that she and Krakoa created, while Prodigy, who arrives carrying some luggage, snorts. Eye-Boy looks up at the structure, while Amazing Baby suddenly runs past Polaris and Daken, making a shrill bark-like noise, as Rachel calls out to it, telling it to get back here. Amazing Baby stops in front of Rachel, and begins to poop. 'Seriously? Now?' Rachel asks, shrugging. Northstar and his husband Kyle arrive, dragging several suitcases behind them, Northstar asks Polaris what she is doing here and if she is all right. Polaris tells him that she is, and that she is just thinking. 'About how grateful I am that you're the one in charge' Polaris adds. Northstar helps Polaris out of the colorful metal and asks her if he can count on her to tell him when he is doing literally everything wrong. 'Oh, always' Lorna assures him.
Polaris, Northstar and Kyle enter the Boneyard, and Kyle looks around in amazement, telling Polaris that she did a really nice job with this place. Polaris thanks him and explains that she collaborated with Krakoa. Eye-Boy rushes down a staircase and announces that there is an indoor pool. 'That's the bathroom' Daken tells him, while Rachel claims dibs on the basement. 'Which part?' Prodigy asks her. 'The whole part. Dibs on the whole basement' Rachel declares.
Later that night: 'A'rrright, think I got it. Hand me that doohickey' Forge calls out as he tinkers with some equipment in X-Factor's headquarters. Forge thanks Sage, who drinks something and mumbles 'Mmhmph'. Prodigy is with them, and explains 'What we get through here filters through you first, Sage?' to which Sage replies 'Mmhmph'. Forge adds that he set up a new alert protocol with Cerebro, informing the others that 'If Cerebro is unable to pull a mutant's backup for about a month...' his voice trail off as Sage continues, '... I'll get flagged with an auto-generated report of the list of potentially missing or dead. Then I'll cross-reference that with any gateway activity, and if I can't find them...' her voice trails off, to which Prodigy states that the alert will come to X-Factor, and they will open an official investigation into the mutant's disappearance.
'Check it out! I made us a flyer!' Eye-Boy calls out as he approaches Polaris and Rachel who are sitting nearby. 'Pretty sweet, dude' Rachel tells him, while, nearby, Daken is leaning against a wall, and sees Kyle standing nearby. 'So, Kyle... d-' Daken begins, before Northstar speeds over, coming between the two of them and frowning at Daken, just as there is a knock on the door. Northstar opens the door and finds the Five standing there. Egg announces that they wanted to say how happy they are to be working with X-Factor and bring them a housewarming gift. 'It's... a bagel plant!' Elixir exclaims. 'They're not as good as Montreal bagels, I'm sorry' Hope adds as she holds the planet. 'We tried a few different times, but -' Tempus begins, before Northstar thanks them and takes the bagel plant.
Prodigy asks Forge what happens if someone is missing but being held captive, as Cerebro would still be pulling backups, so they won't appear on the alert, and asks how someone would submit a case to them directly. 'What if people want to submit an anonymous tip or emergency requests concerning missing or murdered mutants to us before the requisite month has passed?' Prodigy asks. Forge tells him that Krakoa has them there, and holds some small seeds in his hand which he explains are called fleet-seeds, zero-waste, sustainably designed proxy messenger system with a passive psychic interface. 'You just kinda whisper to 'em and the wind takes care of the rest' Forge adds. Forge remarks that if the fleet seeds end up working well for X-Factor, then they can plant bushes of them around Krakoa like public safety emergency beacons. 'We'll see how it goes. I only planted ac couple bushes for now' he adds.
Forge then announces that the tech organic is all online, and Sage's potential missing mutants report is already chugging through. 'So if folks start submitting cases via fleet seeds, it'll be pretty obvious' Forge remarks, when suddenly, dozens and dozens of small pink blobs appear in the air around the mutants. 'These are -' Prodigy begins. '- all cases?' Sage asks. 'Yup' Forge confirms. Polaris, Daken, Rachel, Prodigy and Eye-Boy all turn to Northstar, who asks them why they are all looking at him, before he frowns and shouts 'Let's get to work!'