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Logan lay on his stomach, his face buried in a pillow that smelled of Marie. When he rolled over he realised that he was alone. “Marie?” There was no answer. He ran his hand over the rumpled sheets on the other side of the bed, only to find them cold. “Shit!” Logan quickly dressed and ran to the Professor’s office, taking the stairs four at a time.

“Where is she?” he demanded when he opened the door.

Charles only looked at him sadly and replied, “She‘s gone. I‘m sorry, Logan.” He was in a state of shock as he slid down the wall. “She said she didn‘t want you here when she left.” Charles explained and wheeled himself over to Logan. “I suppose it would have been too hard on her.”