Who: Betsy and Peter When: Monday morning Where: The school--as they're re-building What: Trying to find someone she knows
Betsy went back to the scene of the crime, only she was far from the criminal in this case. She was the victim. She went back to Xavier's school. It'd taken her two weeks to get here, after healing and figuring out how to use her new body, and traveling... at least she was here now. And it was nothing like she remembered. The driveway looked the same, and the trees... but the building was different. The air felt different. She wandered around as the construction was nearly completed, poking her nose where it didn't really belong and eavesdropping on worker's conversations to try and piece together what had happened.
She'd died, hadn't she? She thought so... but here she was, alive again. And Asian. She'd jumped into the nearest body she could find where the soul had given up-- this one had just committed suicide when Betsy took over. She'd spent a couple nights in a hospital, then started on her way here. This had been her goal. This place, and finding her brother.
She was thinking about him when movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention.