It had been a busy day for Scott Summers. He had been reunited with his home, and felt like his life was more stable now. Missing seven years of time made him feel like he had a lot to make up for. As he laid in his temporary bed, he stared at the ceiling. He stared through his red field visor, at the bumps and waves along the plaster. One thing no one ever realized, in the dark things looked purple. He assumed it was the red lenses and the dark mixing. Either way, he lay awake wondering what was going to happen now.
It wasn't long before he exchanged his visor for the glasses, and headed down to the ground floor. In his day, there were always people up doing something. Normally, Scott knew that it was innocent, but when he was a teacher here he did patrols sometimes like this all the time. Since he was unable to sleep, he figured he would do the same tonight.
He had talked with Ororo, and then Emma Frost about help. After showering, and putting away his things, he wasn't really sure what to do. Before, he knew his place. Now he didn't. It was an odd position to be in. As he walked the familiar halls, he saw students moving in and out of rooms. There were only a few, but enough to notice. As he arrived at the Kitchen, he saw a man with wings leaned against the door frame. Walking over, he looked over the man's shoulder to see a blond woman dancing around and not aware she was being watched.
"Well, what do you think that's all about?" Scott had no idea who either of them were, but he was sleepless and lonely. Maybe this would help in his healing.