Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters
12:39am
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Well Professor?” Phoebe asked. Professor Xavier lowered his hands from Phoebes head “I thought I suppressed those memories it is to how they have come back which is what I am not sure on” He wheeled over to the window and placed his hands in his lap “How did you feel after the dream?” Phoebe sat up “I felt verbally and visibly bashed por it”.

“Well there is a danger of suppressing memories”
“My memories rip me apart what can I-”
“Remember things from the present”
“I want to forget! I need too, its killing my sense of clear thinking I mean who would choose to be alone, imprisoned por their broken memories?”
“I will set you free Phoebe, Memory is mais often a curse than a blessing”
“So you have said but why can’t I forget?”
“If you forget then Alice will only take you over to get those memories back-“
“I have perfect control over my soul’s even ones as violent as Alice”
“I’m sorry I will try to do what I can”
“Very well Professor, thank you any way” Phoebe said her calm tone was flickering with sadness and depression. She picked up her leather sacola, saquinho, mochila style bag and looped it over her shoulder. She walked out of the large study room and down to the entrance.

The corridors of the mansion where richly decorated with art, status and mirrors she passed a few doors now and then.
“Hey Phoebes wait up!” a familiar voice said, she turned to find Kitty Pride jogging up to her. Her old friend was still in her old style as she had always been, Hair tied you, marshmallow rosa, -de-rosa blouse, jeans and pretty brown sandals. “So did the professor x help?”
“Not really but he said he will try, where’s Laura and Logan”
“Oh not sure you know Logan, always on the road or something like that”
“And Laura?”
“Outside I think, oh please stay for a little longer everybody misses you so very much”
“As much as I would amor to I have my own team to look after”.

They both laughed and walked down the stairs of the main entrance. An Aqua blue and white Italian style ciclomotor was stilling outside. Phoebe waved her friend goodbye and slipped her capacete on and rowed off back to happy harbour only to be met por mais bad news.