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Jean's P.O.V. First Person

I wake up in my room.

Sitting up, looking around wildly, I stare about me. Someone's covered my mirror, but it's definately my room.

It must've been a nightmare. I breathe a sigh of relief...

Just as I come walking back through the door. Or, rather, Rogue does.

Crap. This means-

Oy, shelia! Sorry I couldn't wake you this morning, but the Fire Witch wouldn't let me...rather rude of her, don't cha think, shelia?

Shut up, Johnny. Morning, Jean. You've slept a while, and I'm afraid that Johnny may've invaded your dreams. Sorry. Don't worry, though. There's no one we can tell.

What do you mean? I ask.

Well...

Don't worry, shelia! Your deepest, darkest secrets that you don't even know about are safe with us!

Shut up, Johnny!

"Wait! What secrets...," I ask. Out loud.

"Don' worrah, Jean. Theh can' tell anybodah. 'sides, ya probablah don' know these secrets, anywah. Theh've got nothin' on ya...," Rogue says.

"But...what if they tell you? I mean...when we switch back?"

"Ya mean if weh switch back," she answered darkly.

"Don't say that! You'll jinx us! We will switch back...we've got to...," I whisper.

"Ah'm sorrah, sugah. I's jus'...what if weh don'?"