As I sat in my assigned room at the Hacknor Visitors Resdential Compound, lovingly referred to as "The Swamp," I slowly applied some strange orange goo that Dark Jedi Kriss had given me to my elbow. She insisted that it was "ancient Jedi wisdom" and would heal my bruises quickly. I had bruised my arm during the "beat the giant monster" challenge on Last Gladiator Standing.

Just as the pain started to ebb, my two-way intergalactic sub-space radio set started to buzz. I flicked the "receive" switch.

"Professor!" I heard Cyclops yell anxiously. I could tell it was an axious tone due to the high-pitched girly quality of his voice.

"How are things at the school, Scott?" I asked calmly, immediately regretting leaving him in charge.

"Terrbile! Angel's gone missing! Kitty, Jubilee and X-23 have gone off on some kind of secret mission! And Nightcrawler got arrested for peeping into the girl's locker room at Westchester High!"

"Well actually Scott, that all seems pretty much par for the course at our school."

"Yeah, maybe, but that's not all! During breakfast this morning the table suddenly burst into flames! A large booming laugh filled the dinning room and said we were all doomed!"

Now that is bad. "Perhaps Hank was just playing a trick on you with the audio-visual equipment. You know what a great sense of humor he has."

"No way! He was as shocked as anyone. He peed his blue shorts!"

"Could be Master Mind. What's his status?"

"He's still locked up in the Vault! What are we going to do, Professor?? We're all doomed!!!"

"Now get ahold of yourself boy. It will all be alright. Let me know if there are any other problems."

I switched off the radio and went back to applying my salve. Could this be a warning from Mephisto? Nah.