He was dreaming again. Not the same restless nightmares that he'd had before, but dreams of her He'd been having them ever since he came back after the Liberty Island incident, and woken up in the medical bay, her hand inadvertently tickling him as she removed his bandages.
But this wasn't just a dream.
Waking from sleep, he sat upright in bed, claws extending and slicing his sheets as he sat up. Fully awake, he glanced around, nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air.
Jean he thought, getting off the bed and reaching for his jeans and a shirt, quickly pulling them on and exiting his room, following the scent. She was here, somewhere. Close, but not so close still. He exited the apartment, trailing the scent. Outside, down the short walk, and by the next building. No, back. Here, inside. Yes, it was stronger.
He opened the door, entering the building. Had she really arrived? Or was he deluding himself? His sense of smell told him yes, but he wasn't entirely certain.
Not on the first floor, he moved to the second. Yes, here it was, growing stronger. He stopped in front of the door, half tempted to slice it open and rip it from its hinges. But what if she wasn't alone? He had three room mates in his room, and there were four rooms per floor. Was it the same in all of them? He strained his ears, listening. He couldn't hear anything within the room.