"WHOA!" She yelled when she woke up, and sprang up so high she nearly hit the ceiling. She tumbled to the floor, wide eyed, and ran to the mirror. Okay, still blue, still hot, and oooo she got to keep the hippie dress. Not too shabby. It all caught up to her as her mind raced, between seeing Morph's memory and being angry at him, and then the conversation with the other man. Oh no. That part she remembered really well, once she shook off the rest, and she chewed on her lip. He looked pretty violent in that moment, would he hurt his wife? No, no way. He was sweet and stayed with her when she was scared. That showed good character. She might have to check in, just to quell this anxiety in her stomach that said she shouldn't have left him.
It was a whirl, and she knew she saw a few other things she probably shouldn't, and got into her mother's head, and she knew now which version it was. It was the House of M mother, oh my. Well that was fine. She still loved her mother no matter what, any version of her, she understood, she sympathized. Morph was so going to get it as soon as she figured a few things out. He lied to them. UGH. She hated that. Well she would have to check in with him and Clarice and the rest. And that poor guy, whoever he was. Maybe she could help.
TJ admired the way the dress still looked good on her, even with her fur, and smiled at the mirror. So that was a hotel party, huh? Not too bad.