Storm has just returned in the X-Jet from her outer space mission with Gaia and the X-Hibitionists. Despite some unfortunate circumstances and some infighting amoung the team, they were very successful in destroying the Brood Queen. The strange thing, or at least one of the strange things, is that there turned out to be a second Brood Queen. Either way, they are both dead. I think that takes care of all the Brood on and around Earth. I suppose that means there will be another party at Dazzler's nightclub.

As I was about to communicate with the X-Hibitionists to congratulate them, Storm came bursting into my office. The first thing I noticed was that her long mane of white hair was partially burned off.

"Ororo, what happened to your hair?" I asked.

"It was that she-devil, the Scarlet Witch! She used some magic spell on me!"

"Wanda? But why? She's always been a friend to the X-Men. Well, the last few years anyway."

"How can you say that?! She's jealous of me! She attacked me! And that . . that . . Psylocke, she's even worse. She stabbed me!"

"What?!"

"With that damn energy blade of hers! If I ever see either of those witches again I'll fry them both!"

"Ororo, be reasonable. Both Wanda and-"

"How can you take their side?! After what we had together!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Our night of passion, of course," she said.

My heart started to grow cold. "Our w-what?" I asked.

"Our wonderful night of romantic bliss. You remember, after Dazzler's party at the Palladium a few days ago. Oh, there's my boot."

And as the blood drained out of my face, Storm walked over to the shelf behind my desk and took the long black leather boot that I had found next to my bed a few nights ago. As she walked out of my office, boot in hand, all I good was stare after her in silence, my mouth agape.