After leaving Four Times Square Rogue really didn’t know where to go. It’s all fine and dandy to say your starting over, the new look, new clothing the works. Without the funds to do so makes it a little hard, and in her hast to get out of the confines of her room she had left that important aspect behind. Money had never made Rogue happy in the past anyway. Seemed to her every time money came into play it just backfired in some horrible way. At times like this a good flight was always better then a shopping trip. The wind in her face as she speeds around the clouds, so fair above the ground nothing else exists. That was what she needed, the illusion that nothing else existed. No team, no boyfriends, no world bent on killing or exploiting every man women and child who happened to be born a little more evolved then the people in power.

It’s not easy to find a spot in New York city that no one will see you. Even with the new ideals of letting the mass populace new about her and the rest of the team Rogue still didn’t fell comfortable just taking to the sky right there in time square. Adjusting the gloves on her hands and pulling the sleeves to her jacket down over the edge of the gloves. Being in a place with such a large crowd scared her, her powers where not crowd friendly. The last thing she needed right now was another mind crowding her own. To many people had already taken up residence there, the mind was a funny thing. A thing Rogue played around with to much and most times against her will. Her own mind, her own time, her own space, just what the doctor ordered.

The dark cornered backstreets of New York, the perfect place for criminals, illegal dealings and mutants that didn’t want to be seen. At this moment that was Rogue, finding a hidden spot behind some random restaurant with the garbage and the rats. Anyone that saw her here wouldn’t draw any attention for fear of being seen themselves. Zipping her jacket tight she took to the sky like a bullet, the clouds speeding by her as she climbed higher and higher till that point where most would need O2 tanks. The one sane part of this world, at least in her mind. No real idea of where she is going just letting her body fallow the wind. Like a leaf on the breeze, no thought or intent. Just mindless wandering to clear her nerves and dust off of the cob webs of a past life.

TBC: goodbye