Ororo's Place -- Bobby and Jubilee Arrive
The entire trip took seven hours. It was supposed to take five. Most of that could be blamed on traffic, whether in New York (it was Labor Day, after all) or New Jersey (especially Blüdhaven; he didn't know the city, and he was convinced that the person who had masterminded the layout of the streets was a sadistic douchebag). The rest Bobby silently blamed on his traveling companion, because holy hell, seven hours of Jubilee in a small car taxed even his threshold for nonsense.
Finally, at almost four in the afternoon, Bobby staggered in with Jubilee, looking like all the miles of road they'd just traveled. "Hi, 'Ro," he murmured, exhausted. "Happy Labor Day."