"This.... This is a horrible idea," he said to himself.

The duplicate looked up at the castle and wondered just exactly how he thought this might even survive this mess.

However if the alternative was to let Layla rot in a mutant camp...

He took a deep breath and summoned up the nerve to approach the front gate.

( Hi. My name is Jamie Madrox. I'd like to see Dr. Doom, please. )

The duplicate of Jamie waited patiently in Baxter Plaza.

Okay really he wasn't that patient and kept hitting the buzzer on the elevator and waving at the security camera.

( C'mon Richards! I know you're up there! )

( Or is it? )

( While Jamie was having fun over in New York City... )

The Jamie duplicate was smart enough to start walking when the sun started going down. It was a long walk and a long climb. It took several hours before he got to the spot that Monet told him he would be ( Read more... )

( The Jamie duplicate stood outside the building, hammering on the door... )

Anyone walking by the B4 and after alcove would probably notice that it was rather crowded. Actually the right word would be "packed". In fact it was "packed" full of Jamie Madrox duplicates ( Read more... )

( Ten little Madroxes standing in line. One went to Star's Hollow... )

Jamie had spent the day, once again trying to contact his friends back home. He sat back and stretched wondering what was going on. No word from them in weeks.

In fact he hadn't heard from anyone. Even the dupes that he had sent off right before... well maybe he had just been trying to block the memory of what happened ( Read more... )

Jamie woke up early in a very good mood. Amazing what a small conversation can do to lift your spirits. He turned on his laptop and checked for e-mails from his friends in New York and to see if the duplicate at Xavier's had been able to track down any information on the possible mutant that was running around FH. Unfortunately there was no news ( Read more... )