Xavier checks his messages

As I sat in the jacuzzi sipping my frozen Margarita waiting for Maggie and Erifia to get back from shopping, my psychic voice mail dinged again, reminding me that I still had some unanswered messages. The problem with being a telepath, you see, is that it leaves very little time for personal, private thoughts. Unless you have developed a system for shutting out the rest of the world. My psychic answering machine is one such method.

I listened to the first message. It was from Gaia.

"I can't believe you have an answering machine for your mind .......... Teach me that! Oh, ah, right . . . um anyway, I . . . called(?) to let you know that the council has finally decided to allow the use of the mutant cure, and Jean just went nuts. (Again). Scott's handling it . . . fairly well. Just get back to us soon. Talk to you later. Gaia."

Damn. I hope Jean hasn't turned to Dark Phoenix. That's never good news. I better try to reach Gaia telepathically.

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