Wicked was going back to New York and oddly enough she felt a little sad about it. Genosha was everything District X was only bigger. But it was never meant to be a permanent home, it was a another foster home, somewhere to stay while her real home was fixed. She wasn't a Genoshian, she was a New Yorker, plain and simple. Not to mention when her mission was over and done with she highly doubted Genosha would welcome her back with open arms.
Before she went home she had to post of her apartment, to at least make it look like she was a legitimate tenant. The short, pale girl walked down the side walk posting flyers for her now available apartment. Behind her, was a burly ghost helping her. His skeletal grin making a few joggers break out into a sprint as they passed the duo.