Everything Rogue was telling him about Remy was unnerving to say the least. He’d heard about Bishop’s insistence that in the future, LeBeau had sold out the X-Men. Maybe this had something to that. If so, did that mean that Bishop was right all along, and no matter what the X-men did the present, that particular future was going to come to pass? It was heavy stuff.
So they drove in silence, Bobby trying to process all this, and Rogue looking more vulnerable and distant than ever. Bobby regretted bringing up the phone call to the mansion; it seemed to have reopened a fresh wound.
He spotted signs for several eateries, fast food or otherwise. “So, uh, wanna get something to eat before we get too far out on the road? A drive-thru, or maybe sit down and eat?” It was going to be a two-hour drive to Seattle, and there would be plenty of smaller towns and places to eat along the way, but he hoped breakfast would lighten the situation. "We've got a McDonald's Taco Bell, IHOP ... Discount Tire Service, for that distinctive rubbery taste....