Nodding sadly Tabby walked past the blown out and damaged area and pulled him through the front door. "About a year before the cure was even a rumor I ditched. Mags was getting a too bit fond of the Genocide of all 'flat liners' idea. Kinda not my bag." When he mentioned who the cure, or lack thereof was now kicking his ass six ways to Sunday she squeezed his fingers. "I'm sorry, but hey with all of us muties running around maybe you'll be able to control it again!"