Meanwhile the three guys were waiting back at the mansion. It was a Saturday so there were no classes that day but still Scott Summers looked over his planner and his student's papers. Scott Summers teaches auto shop and math to his students. Logan was trying to keep from going insane from not hearing anything from the ladies. He teaches self defense to his students and Tom, who had turned on the TV and was watching hockey, teaches computer classes and he works on the Blackbird with Scott when it needs repairs or is just giving everyone trouble.

Tom is not a mutant but he traveled in time from 150 years in the future to help the X-Men save the universe from the Phoenix. He had planned to return to his own time but fell in love with Ro along the way. So he opted to stay in this time to live with Ro after she did not want to go into his time and leave everything she knew. Ro was the best thing that has ever happened to Tom so he was more then happy to stay with her. In the present he kept watching his hockey game and since he did not like uncomfortable silences he said, "I wonder when the girls are coming back."

Logan, who had been drumming his fingers against the arm of the couch answered, "I don't know but if I don't hear anything from Marie soon I'm going to take my car and drive to LA. They shouldn't be there alone, LA is a rough city. I should know, I spent a lot of time there before this X-Men stuff."

Scott chuckled, "Don't get excited Logan. Knowing Jean they probably landed in some God forsaken part of the country to help an injured bird or small animal." He didn't admit it but he was starting to get worried about the women too.

As if on cue Jean opened the front door to the mansion. The guys heard this and went over to the door to greet the ladies. Instead of it being a happy reunion like the men were hoping for Jean looked troubled. Scott walked up to her and was about to ask what was wrong when Ro came in carrying a bundle of blankets that were obviously hiding something. Following imminently after Ro was Marie who also looked troubled.

Logan's nose picked up a different scent from beneath the blankets that Ro was holding. He could not understand what was under the blankets. He asked them, "What the hell is that thing?"

Marie looked at him. She knew that Logan could be insensitive at times but this was too much. She went over to him and hit him on the arm, not to hurt but just to tell him that his comment was not appreciated. She explained, "That thing is a girl, torn up beaten up you name it."

Jean finally said, "Yes and she needs medical attention stat so Ro follow me." With that Jean lead Ro down into the infirmary.

Hours later all of the X-Men including Charles Xavior, were gathered outside the infirmary in the testing room. On the white screen before them lay X-Rays of a little girl. Jean Grey was standing up, prepared to tell everyone what had happened. As soon as everyone was seated Jean began, "These are the X-Rays that were taken about an hour ago. As you can tell, her left arm is broken, her ankle is sprained and-" She turned to an X-Ray of the girls chest, "She has phoenonia, single lung though." She had to take a moment while she collected herself, "She has open wounds, bumps, bruises and sores everywhere. After Ro and I thoroughly cleaned her up we noticed she's a ginger kid. She's a very pretty little girl." Another pause, "I have her on penicillin, IV Fluids, oxygen."

Marie asked what was on everyone's mind, "What are her chances of survival?"

Jean sighed inwardly she knew this question was coming, "Back in LA when I first saw her I would have said 50 by just looking at her. But now looking at everything that's going on with her, the infection, broken bones, deep cuts I'd have to say less then 10." She could hear everyone's individual reactions. Deep down Jean felt bad for having to put this girl through everything when she had already been through enough, "Alternatively we could hock her up to morphine and let her slip away in peace." She knew none of them would agree to the idea and she didn't want to do that either.

Tom asked, "Has she spoken yet? Has she given you her name?"

Jean shock her head, "No her eyes are open but they are not moving. I'm pretty sure she doesn't know what's going on. Ro and I have been calling her Ginger. She hasn't responded to our voices either. She does respond to a sharp needle on her skin though. Which is a good sign."

Logan asked, "How old is she?"

Jean replied, "About 4 or 5."

Logan shock his head, "How could anyone hurt a girl that young? Or any girl for that matter." As he asked that he slid his arm around Marie's shoulders. No one in the room answered Logan's question for no one in the room could begin to understand why anyone would be this cruel to another human or another life for that matter.