Rogue awoke in the middle of a sweltering August night to find a photograph under her bare hand.

She sat up and switched on her reading light, hoping that it wouldn't wake Kitty. At first, her bleary brain couldn't process the picture. Then it registered.

It was a picture of Remy LeBeau, sitting on the shoulders of the Winged Victory of Samothrace.

She looked up. The balcony door was open.

Smiling as she hadn't in months, Rogue flew down to the moonlit lawn to welcome Remy home.

Thank you all so much, my faithful readers! Your feedback and suggestions have meant the world to me. When I started this piece, I had no idea it would be received so well, so I made no concrete plans for a continuation. But I would very much like to expand on what I've started here. I have plenty of ideas that are slowly sifting themselves into a coherent plot, but I'd welcome any ideas you guys have for plots or scenes you'd like to see. I won't start posting until I have a story mostly done, so I can continue to provide rapid updates, but that means it's going to be a while until I start posting. So keep an eye open, go about your lives, and hopefully before you know it we'll be back in business again.

Wishing all of you all the best,

Seri