I sat transfixed, staring at the mysterious picture that was sent to me yesterday. What could it possible mean? The school was deserted. Several of the students had gone home for the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday. The rest had been taken to some local museum by Storm and Cyclops.

As I continued to gaze at the image, I could feel my consciousness slowly slipping away. Through the fog that enveloped my mind, I was vaguely aware of some kind of horn blaring. A black van crashed through the remains of my office wall.

As if in a dream, I lifted my eyes up and saw a weird looking man in a green jump suit somehow standing in the van.

"Do nah be lookin' into tha' picture, Professor! It be a trap!!"

My eyes could barely focus, but it looked like this odd stranger had a gun. I couldn't focus my mind enough to call for help.