July 31st, 2005


Secrets of My Prison-house (What’s Past is Prologue 14/18)

It was my first time back in Indiana in almost twenty years. I was feeling profoundly homesick – I couldn’t wait to get back to New York. I was only allowed two hours for the visit, but it wasn’t possible to do this in one day, given flight schedules and my inability to drive at night. Logan and Jean had both offered to come with me. Either of them as companions would have taken care of the night driving issue, but I wanted to do this alone.

So, I’d be spending the night in the state where I was born for the first time since I was fifteen. I’d flown into Indianapolis early in the morning, so I could get to Terre Haute in time for my appointment. I stopped to pick up the rental car and directions, and drove straight there, going over in my head what I’d say to Alex, how I’d try to make amends.

“You’ll do what you can for him. It’s not your fault,” Logan had said, just before I left. And then, when I didn’t answer, he’d added, “Don’t get your hopes up, Cyclops.”
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