It was as if her mind had repeated the dream since she first dreamt it; the moment she felt his fingers brush against her arm, she heard the click of a gun, and when his lips brushed against her neck, she awoke with the determination that something had to be done, and she knew exactly what it was – although if she stopped to ask herself, she wouldn't know – and she had to get up right now and do it. She sat up quickly, moving to let her legs dangle on the side of the bed.
Where was she? She looked down, saw an unfamiliar floor, and when she looked up, she saw a dresser and a bedside table and knew immediately where she was. It wasn't really meant to wind up like this, but she had just left her phone number when she left the first night, pretending that it was just in case she forgot something. She did want him to call, though she wasn't expecting it. And when he did, she took his number and well, they ended up seeing each other a few times. It was fun and exciting and moreover, he never asked about the Haven or Xavier or what she thought of Magneto – it was easy to lose herself here. But now, the X-Men had invaded the shadows he made.
“I'm sorry, Tobias,” she told him with a smile, although half-hearted and lost in thought. For a moment, she looked down at the floor and pressed her feet down, moving her hands to her knees, as if she was replicating a position she had seen. When one hand in particular settled on her leg, she paused again and focused on that, wiggling her fingers. “I just had the most vivid dream.”
She turned to him, drawing her legs up onto the bed and tucking them beneath her. “Although,” she began in a soft whisper, blinking against the dark and not sure if he was awake and listening or still half-asleep, “I've heard some psychic chatter before,” in the Haven, so many telepaths and precogs listening and projecting and amplifying could be heard in even the most secure minds, “And that was – well, just like the dream.” She paused, thought over what she just said, and smiled, turning away and raising a hand to rub at the back of the neck, “I'm just being crazy. I'm not used to remembering my dreams.”