Emma's gaze wavered just for a moment. She glanced back at Scott and at Troy. If this were a trick, she'd be leaving them without a telepath to fight the Phoenix. But something about Jean's manner stopped her from worrying too much. It brought to mind a dream she'd had. The white costume was always a good sign, wasn't it?
To Troy, she thought, If something else happens, find me right away. To Scott, I think it's alright.
She closed her eyes when she felt the migraine grow painfully large. It was too much. "Please," her voice was no more a whisper.