WELCOME TO NEXUS.

[Betsy Braddock]

The sound of Wolverine's motorcycle was already known by many in the Mansion. However, the peculiar thing this time - and at the same time, the most worrisome fact of all of it- was the purple-hair blowing in the wind while driving it back to the Mansion. She had obviously not had time to retrieve a helmet, so the scene, if anyone were to notice from a distance, was rather surprising.

Betsy was riding Logan's bike. But there was no signs of Logan. The pain was almost unbearable, but the purple-haired telepath struggled until she finally reached the Mansion grounds. She didn't bother with the garage, there was no time. She needed to have her wound checked, but that was the last thing on her mind at that particular moment. She had to warn the others that Wolverine was taken. They had to start searching for him, but how? She didn't even manage to scan for the Captain's thoughts - before she did, she had been shot to prevent her from doing so.

All staged. All set up. All prepared and she felt quite ready to slice some throats in her anger.

Her mind voice, as British-sounding as her outward voice echoed in in two specific minds. She didn't want to strain herself, not with all the blood loss. The first mind was of that of Scott Summers. The other was Warren's.

Logan and I had a situation at the pub. I'm injured. He's been taken away, unconscious. Don't know where. I need help.

And with that, she simply parked the bike, then limped, struggling towards the front door the best she could. The pain was starting to be unbearable and although she hadn't been mortally wounded, she was still losing blood and needed to be taken in before she lost more than she could afford. Scott would take care of informing the others. And Warren...

Well she just needed to feel he would be there for her. Nothing more, nothing less.

[Bright Lady]

For days, Rachel remained in deep thought. She contemplated the different choices this new life afforded her, and she often wondered if returning to the mansion was the best. The thoughts of returning and seeing her parents, of seeing the other members of the team, sunk deep mere months after she drifted from the time-stream. The first month was the easiest, deciding to stay away from Salem Center, New York, to live a normal life that was never truly afforded to her. The second, she began to feel lonely, almost selfishly so, as she lived day-to-day with the human community. And now, the third month, brought an anxiety that she could no longer ignore – but was it the best choice for her to return to a team that was constantly in battle?

“A visit wouldn't hurt,” Rachel assured herself, looking at herself through the mirror of her bathroom, taking notice of the changes that were present against her facial features. Her hair had grown a bit longer, she noticed, canting her head to the side and visualizing the ponytail that was now missing. Change, inevitably, grew on her. She brushed the sides of her crimson bob with newly manicured fingers and her smile illustrated a visual acceptance for her appearance. Rachel also gained a little more muscle weight, but femininely so, as her visits to the gym gave her something to do physically, rather than the constant mental regimen she learned as a Hound and a member of the X-Men years prior.

Her decision was sound, she believed, and a telepathic call to a taxi driver had her with transportation within thirty minutes time.

During the ride, Rachel continued to reflect: a bit of excitement, small amounts of fear, and even doubt radiated the entire way. The little bits of conversation she had with the driver eased the mounting tensions, slightly, but his pigheadedness drew Rachel silent. He didn't like mutants, apparently, and Rachel didn't tell him their destination contained a slew of them. He would just have to guess for himself in the brief moments that he remembered, as she would wipe his mind of the incident altogether for safety precautions. All she needed was for Sentinels to be perched on the vast mansion lawn, Rachel thought sarcastically, tracking them just because some innocent bystander was scared and thought it wise.

The mansion gates were already opened by the time the yellow vehicle arrived, and Rachel exited after paying her fee with a small amount of curiosity. She walked the trail leading up to the mansion, a small backpack on her shoulders, and halfway through, Rachel is hit with a mental distress call. It was not the mental message, but more of an emotional outburst that Rachel's telepathy brushed across. Wasting little time, telekinesis wraps around her body and Rachel is flying with a decent speed to reach the mansion faster, spotting a small trail of blood on the ground leading to – “Elisabeth!”

She swooped down besides the violet beauty and notes the addition of crimson to her color scheme. “Oh no, you're bleeding everywhere. I need to get you to the medical bay,” Rachel said, wrapping the other woman's arm around her heck and standing as her foundation. “Are you able to walk with me, or should we use other methods?” After a few seconds of over-viewing her question, the red-head shook her head, adding, “That was a stupid question. Just... hold on!” Telekinesis, again, wraps around Rachel and adds the woman codenamed Psylocke as well. Positioned in her arms, the time-traveler whisks them into the air and they travel through the mansion at an alarming pace. Students and staff alike are pushed by the force of a force field surrounding the two of them, as they made their way into one of the elevators.

“Elisabeth, we're almost there,” Rachel said as the elevator started to descend. “What the hell happened?”

[Betsy Braddock]

(TBC - Basement - Med Wing and Laboratories - Calling for reinforcements (Med Bay))