Is there anything more satisfying than scaring the piss out of Scott Summers? The poor darling sounded as if I were intending to jump through the telephone and bite him.

Reasonable, I suppose. He was talking to a dead woman.

All dry humor aside, he seemed not at all hesitant to offer Jono a place at Xavier's, should he choose to take that route. However, as I said to Scott, it will be his choice. I'm perfectly happy to continue letting him live here. I suspect he will choose the Academy, though; a seventeen year old boy given the choice of living amongst people his age, or living in an old estate house in the middle of Sussex... well.

I shall talk to him over supper, though.

And no, I have not yet decided wether I will be returning there, either. I will, however, visit. To see Hank.

I shall need to spend some time devising what, exactly, I will say to the man who nearly died with me. For me.

Hm.