"What's up, Chuck?" Wolverine asked with that annoying chuckle he always does when he says that lame joke.
"What is it, Logan? I'm a little busy."
"Look, I don't usually get involved in this stuff, but I figure there's somethin' I got to tell ya."
"Oh, what's that?"
"It's about Maggie. You better sit down."
"Ha, ha. Please get to the point, Logan."
"While you were off planet Maggie slept with Henchman."
" . . . "
"I said while-"
"LIAR!!" Before I could stop myself I let loose with a tremendous psionic blast that sent Wolverine flying across the room. He was on his knees tying to shake off the pain. A trickle of blood dripped from his left nostril.
He staggered to his feet, wincing with the effort. Through clenched teeth he said, "I'll let you have that one, Chuck. One. Henchman has her now. She's been in some kind of coma since the battle. They're in the city."
I could barely hear what Logan was saying. This couldn't possibly be true! My Maggie . . the woman who I love . . she would never do that to me! But, for all his other faults, Logan is not a liar. And the things I saw in Gaia's subconscious vault . . it does make sense. But . .
There must be some explanation. She must have been possessed. Perhaps Henchman used some kind of drugs on her. Yes, that's it. Henchman is just a foul, evil wanna-be super-villain. He used Maggie somehow. My solution is obvious.
I reached out with my mind, covering New York City until I found Henchman. I instructed him to bring Maggie's comatose body here to the school where we could care for her.