Well, I just had one disappointing phone call. I had contacted Dr. Stephen Strange, master of the mystical arts and leader of the Defenders, in order to try and find a new home for the totally annoying and almost completely useless Wolverine.

"Hello?" said Dr. Strange's manservant, Wong. How he gets away with having an Asian manservant in this politically correct day and age, I have no idea. Hmmm, a manservant certainly sound useful though. Perhaps with the right use of my telepathic powers, Sunfire might just fit the bill.

I told Wong who I was and he put Dr. Strange on the phone. "Hello Charles," he said. "How are the X-Men these days?"

"Just great thanks," I answered. "What's new with the Defenders?"

"Not much. It's a little hard to keep tabs on everyone, though. We don't really have a formal roster. We're a bit more of a non-team, really. Basically anyone who wants to can be a member."

"Well that's terrific. I actually have a student who is ready to, um, graduate, and leave the school. I was hoping you might have a spot for him."

"Who is it?" Strange asked, the rising suspicion unmistakable in his voice.

"Um, Wolverine," I replied.

"Oh. I see. Well, I'm sorry Charles, but now that I think about it, our ranks are overflowing right now and we just can't take anyone else. Bye."

And the line went dead before I could say another word. Sigh. My "friend" had also suggested the New Avengers. Maybe I'll give them a call tomorrow.