Why did all spirits come back? Unfinished business. Phoenix had unfinished business with a few people in her life, not the least of which the man who had been a significant portion of her life. Then there the friends she had lost, the other lives that she had touched and wanted to continue to touch as a teacher and an activist for mutant rights.

Even as she floated in the air, that was what she thought of. The family that she had helped to nurture and then had chosen to leave behind. Yes, it was a choice. Her life for theirs.

Except, now that choice didn't seem so important as she was still alive. Now, she breathing again. Every time that thought, the awareness of her renewed live, crossed her mind, the flames around her flickered and flared, searching for something to consume. With a slow outward breath, she dampened the light around her, pulling it in close to her skin. Making herself nearly invisible for just a moment. It lasted for the length of three breaths. Then there it was again, spiraling outward with increasing force.

It was a fireworks display like few had seen and it was beginning to draw eyes. Eyes that brought video cameras and news crews. It was going to be everywhere before too long. Something that she both did and did not want. In truth, Jean just wanted to go home, but was afraid of what she would find once she got there.

Then she was moving, speeding even through the air toward the place that she had called home for far too long.