Bobby's digression left Rogue looking confused. With a brow raised, she found herself staring at him until something caught her attention from over his shoulder. Her features softened and she stepped forward, walking past him as if she were in a trance. What she was seeing was not the same theater that she was walking through, but even with the collapsed roof and decrepit floorboards she wound her way with ease to the stage.
"He was here," she said as she reached the front of the stage. She climbed onto it with ease and looked around, seeking answers. "He was here. He was standin' right here." Rogue looked out and seemed to realize that where they were was vastly different once more. She frowned and looked the environment over. "Musta been years ago. But he was here. And he wasn't alone."