Tony was out and about once more. His conversations with Jean Grey had left him with need for thought. It wasn't everyday a psychologist had his own mind read and read with dead-on accuracy. He had been told things by her that no one else would have known, save one person- Carol.
Jean had told him, very simply, a truth he may or may not have been ready to hear. As a psychologist he knew he needed to understand himself to help others but what if he understood and still wanted to ignore it? Was that a bad thing?
He was so preoccupied that he didn't notice the odd creature stepping onto the street until he had already walked smack into it.