Terry's eyes snapped open. There was no breathing. Breathing from Kitty was absolutely necessary for Terry to be lulled to sleep. Even when Terry would crawl into bed before her, unless Kitty was in the room - either on the computer or in bed herself - Terry would often be in bed, eyes closed, but wide awake until the young woman's steady breathing would sync up with her own.
"Kitty?" She murmured, waiting for an answer. She rolled on her side to look across the room to Kitty's bed. It was empty. Terry sat up, and switched on her bedside lamp. Green eyes flickered to Kitty's desk chair, where she kept her bag. Gone. Maybe the phone call from Logan had made her paranoid about Ororo not being here, but Terry got worried.
She didn't bother to put on slippers, and scurried barefoot down the hallway, listening for footsteps, breathing, or looking for any odd glow peeking around a corner.