Logan paced his bedroom, stopping at his door he didn't know how many times, but never opening it. He wanted to walk down the hall to Rogue's room. He wanted to talk, to comfort her like he had before, but he wasn't sure he should.

Those hours with her in his arms during Jubilee's surgery... it was just like his Marie was back again. She'd clung to him, crying in his arms until her tears ran dry. Even then, she'd stayed close, not moving until hours later when Jean came out into the hallway after finishing the surgery.

When she'd seen Jubilee through the glass window to the ICU, Rogue completely changed before his eyes. She'd moved away from him and straightened her posture, closing off all her emotions until her face was unreadable.

Without a word, she turned and left. Logan followed her upstairs, knowing she was upset but unsure what to do. When they reached her bedroom door, empty brown eyes met his and she told him she needed some time alone, needed to rest. The door shut in his face and he heard the click of the lock before he had a chance to say anything.

"Rogue?"

"Please, Logan," she said through the door. "I'm just... I need to sleep."

"Darlin', it's not your fault. None of this is your fault, and Jubes is gonna be just fine. You'll see. She loves to do the unexpected."

"Logan..." she started, and then sighed as if she'd changed her mind. "Thanks. Good night."

It was a dismissal and he knew it. He didn't want to leave her door, but he wanted to run into the other mansion residents and be attacked with questions about Carol, Rogue, and Jubilee even less so he retreated to his room.

In the time he and Rogue had sat in the hallway during Jubilee's surgery, he'd pretty much healed from his Magneto-inflicted injuries, so he really didn't feel tired. Instead of going to bed, he paced and thought and sulked.

He should've never let Jubilee come with him. It's not like he couldn't have lost her on Cyke's bike. The supercharger could've gotten him so far ahead of her that she'd never catch up. There's no way she could've tracked Carol on her own. It was all his fault that she ended up a prisoner of Magneto's, all his fault that she was downstairs dying right now.

There was no question to him that she wouldn't survive the night. Her heartbeat and the sickly smell he could pick up even through the closed ICU doors gave her condition away. He'd seen death before, too many times not to recognize the signals.

Suddenly, he really needed a drink. Chuck probably had some good stuff in the liquor cabinet downstairs. Logan figured he could sneak downstairs and back up to his room without running into too many people.

He left his room and walked down the hallway, stopping in front of the one he'd seen Rogue enter only a few hours before. How would she react when Jubilee succumbed to her injuries? She'd acquired some of his senses. Did she already know or suspect what would happen?

As he stood in front of her door, he realized something was wrong. He couldn't hear her in there. No heartbeat, no breathing, just a light whispering of wind. Before he realized it, he'd slashed through the lock and stepped into the room. It was empty. The bed had been disturbed, but he could tell from the smell of it that Rogue hadn't been in it for hours. The window was open and her scent lead out of it.

Dammit! Carol'd lied. She'd never given him Marie back. She'd tricked him into coming back here, probably trying to save Jubilee, and then she'd flown off with Marie's body again. Well, he wasn't gonna let her get away.