"To be honest, neither do I." Finally she let her hand fall away from his, in favor of crossing her arms instead. "She was having some problems, the other day. With her psyches." She sighed heavily, distressed. She hadn't known what to do then, either.

"She says she's doing better now, but it was a little out of my expertise. ... Times like these make me miss having Charles with us." He'd always been the one who knew how to help Rogue.

But the Professor was at home, and as far as Ororo knew, he was gone. And so was she.