Downtown New York City, 11.34 p.m.

A dark alleyway lights up as streaks of blue blasts around it, a sphere forming, and then shaping into a teenaged girl.

She has short red hair and piercing green eyes. She pants as she looks all around her.

Is this, is this New York? It looks so different, so whole, so undamaged, so full of life.

The girl shoots a look back over her shoulder as a portal, just like her own, opens once more.

No, no, someone help me!

She runs off into the night.

Out of sight as the sphere transforms into a strange geometric purple machine.

Its lines straight and hard as though a robot designed with no curves at all.

It scans the area.

Time scan. Late 20th to early 21st century.

Year unknown.

Target has been in this area recently.

She will not evade me.

The being then transforms into a regular-looking human, complete with clothing to blend in.

He then walks out onto the street and joins the mass of humanity.

The girl runs for her life, bumping into annoyed strangers who call out at her for doing so.

Hey! Watch it, kid! She is having a full-on panic attack as she ducks into a side street to catch

her breath. She then sees an old payphone and a reverse charge number next to it. She knows exactly

who to it. She knows exactly who to call.

Meanwhile, back at Xavier's mansion, Charles Xavier walks the length of his office and grabs a book from one of the shelves.

Your recovery is truly miraculous, Professor. To walk for the first time in almost 25 years.

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