your spine will dissolve, you will fall to the floor.
In the end the only thing to do had been to shove her in the powers room and let the ectoplasm run its course. Jubilee, Cecilia and Logan had tracked her down once she’d made a run for it out of the hotel and managed to subdue her enough to get her back safely, not surprising really given their mutations and teamwork. Thankfully the room could take a fair amount of punishment, probably more than Momo was capable of dealing really and after more than a day of being locked in that room for her own safety as much as anyone else’s, trying to blast her way out in that detached, spooky way the energies that had usurped the control she had over her own body were finally exhausted. Momo sagged into a heap and promptly crawled into the corner to sleep without allowing thoughts to coagulate or memories to solidify.

Sometime later –- the time of day being pretty much impossible to determine in there and her watch being broken -- she woke up; aching, hungry and in a daze she made her way to the door. When she banged her small palms on it and hoarsely announced that she was ready to come out now in her usual voice whoever was out thee opened it up for her and she all but tumbled out, waving off any queries as to her health.

Yes, she was fine. No, she didn’t want to talk about it. Thank you, but she just wanted to lock herself in her room for a while.

That being exactly what she did. Momo didn’t know how she felt about what had happened yet, she wasn’t even sure that she knew with one hundred percent certainty what had happened, and maybe she would when her thoughts sorted themselves out and maybe she wouldn’t. All she knew was that she was sore and tired and dirty and she wanted to clean up and then hide.

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