The acolytes ripped the boy from his cell none too gently and pulled him out on the hard concrete ground. If Tommy hadn’t been induced into a near zombie like state he would have remarked about how nice it felt to be out in the fresh air again. Shepherd was brought forward and laid at the feet of the lord of Genosha. One of the mutants, the teleporter, gripped a handful of Tommy’s silver hair and ripped his head up so that he might gaze into the face of his benefactor. It took him a moment, but Tommy recognized the wrinkled old face of his pseudo grandfather. And just like the pieces started to fall together. It really must have been him all along. Tommy was such a fool.