It was sunny that day, she remembered that the most even if it wasn't her memory at all. There was a gentle breeze, light enough to caress and not chill, her eyes were blue in this moment, her hair sparkling, pure blonde. It was so unlike the person whose mind now displayed the event for the doctor...she was happy and for another, her fingers were resting in someone elses. There were no gloves, nothing inhibiting touch and the woman was smiling, the man before her was kneeling, there were tears and happiness...joy so strong that Rogue thought she could reach out and touch it instead of watching it slip through her fingers like before.
It didn't last, the moment of was short lived and suddenly she was facing down that woman, bare hands grabbing her face and tightly keeping contact. It was painful, memories and a personality not her own flooded her head, she held on longer still until the woman fell from her grip. There was a sense of power around her now, strength that came with stealing the power of one of the most powerful female heros alive.