Slip slowly into madness... (Tag Jean)
Jean's door seemed quiet enough, like any of the other cookie cutter doors in the mansion. But Lenny felt the echo, the shadow of what once had engulfed a very different version of the telekine. The Phoenix force was something that did not concern itself with physics and dimensional boundaries. This version of Jean had yet to know the sweet caress of a living force of nature that inhabited mortals only to abandoned their bodies like so many burnt husks. But that didn't matter, Lenny could feel the connection - even if Jean could not. She stood opposite the door and blew a kiss to the ginger beyond it. A kiss that concealed a bomb. What kind of bomb? An explosive packed with betrayal, more specifically, a package filled with Scott's lust for the White Queen. Had the embers of Jean's corpse even cooled, Scott?