The Trump,

Saddam,

Saddikou, Settico Settico Oh Oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, and the world. I'm Ava-a-la-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a It's always hard to bid farewell to those you love.

For the X-Men, gathered on the rain-slick landing pad behind Moira McTaggart's Muir Island Research Center,

it's harder than most, because they never know if this farewell will be their last.

The blackbirds fueled and ready to go. I guess it's time we got on our way.

Aye, it's been good having you all here these past few days. After Proteus, we all needed a rest. I'm sorry to see you go.

I'm sorry you're not coming with us, Sean.

I'm telling me Sonic scream heals, if it ever does.

I'm no real use to you, boyo.

And after the last few days, Moira needs me now more than ever, even if she won't admit it.

I understand. I wish you well. Both of you.

Scott turns from the couple to Jamie Madrox standing beside him.

How about you, Jamie? We are short an X-Man. We sure could use you.

Sorry, Cyclops. Not really my thing. Powers or no. I'm really just happy here helping Moira in the lab.

I understand.

Goodbye, my friends. Take care.

Minutes later, a shrill jet scream shatters the silence over Muir Island,

and six unique men and women begin their long journey home.

Their mutant names are like an unsung roll call of honor. Nightcrawler, Cyclops, Wolverine, Colossus,

Storm, Phoenix. In many ways they are the best humanity has to offer, and for the moment, all is well in their madcap-helter-skelter world.

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