He carried Jean in his arms tight all the way to the Jet. "Is' ok Red. we are getting home." He sighed as he moved through the rubble toward the blackbird. "You didn't do it red. You didn't. trust me It was that thing in you Jean." He whispered to her as they moved. He opened the small co in the jet and laid her down. She still had the phoenix costume on. He held her hand putting a pillow under head.