[John's recent conversation with Helena on the mutant issue hadn't spurred him to the Mutant Cause. He was so done with the cause. The cause, right now, could go fuck itself. John had died multiple times because of the cause and different mutants struggling for supremacy. He was, in a word, finished.
So it was time to travel to another door.
He didn't know what door he was entering, and at first, the bright lights and the energy of 1920's New York made him roll his eyes. Couldn't he get away from New York? But as he walked, he noticed the details of a book read long ago. Of glamor and death, and a green light in the distance. The Great Gatsby. He loved that book.
So as the sun set, he made his way through the people to try to find one hell of a party.]