Remy drove like a madman. He wanted to get Rogue to someplace safe. Where they were there was just too many people around, and Rogue was in no condition to deal with spectators. She was still mumbling incoherently, only muttering a few names of people she must have known. He didn’t know what to do for her at this point. He couldn’t take her to a hospital. He knew all too well how the world treated mutants. He looked down at her cellphone and saw that she was calling out for someone called Logan.

There was a rest stop ahead, so he pulled over taking another long look at her phone. He punched up her contacts. There was only one number listed as X I. He wondered what that meant. He dialed it. He looked hopeful when it started ringing. Soon there was an answer.

“Hey, Rogue, is that you?” a girl answered. “It’s Jubilee.”

“Non. I be lookin’ for Logan,” Remy said in a trembling voice.

“Who is this, and why do you have Rogue’s phone?” she asked.

“Name’s Remy, and she be in real trouble. Gotta talk t’ Logan.”

Rogue stirred a little. She opened her eyes to see Remy on her phone. “Remy, what yah doin’?” She snatched the phone out of his hand and threw it.

“Rogue, why you do dat?”

“Who were yah callin’?” she asked, getting out of the car. She ran down the highway, until she reached the place where she had thrown her phone. She tested it. It still worked. She shoved it in her jacket pocket and turned around to see Remy behind her. She backed away from him.

“Rogue, what wrong?” Remy asked.

She felt Carol still in her head, yelling at her, mocking her.

Poor little Roguey. Who will be your next victim? Him?

“Stop it!” She shouted. “Leave me alone.” She fell the ground and wept. Remy knelt down beside her and put his hands on her shoulders. She jerked away from him. “Don’t touch me!” she screamed.
He backed off a little, feeling how much pain she was in. “It be okay, chere.”

“No,” she cried. “No, it won’t. Don’t yah see how dangerous ah am?”