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[a_peel]

Paige stares up at the ceiling. When she first came to Xavier's, this room felt palatial. With a dozen people at home, she'd never been in a room by herself before, much less had one to call her own.

Now, the same room feels cramped, oppressive. Boxes fill every available space, leaving only a narrow path from the door to the small twin bed. She hasn't opened any of them. It hurts too much to look.

Her door opens.

"I'm busy right now."

A super soaker blasts her in the eye.