Salem Center, NY
Henry Peter Gyrich's car pulls up the driveway to Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters. He's been here before, of course --- some days it seems he's always on the firing line between humans with powers and those without. And he knows this is one of those days, because as bad as they think it's going to be, he's about to make it worse.
Despite what some people think of him, he's not looking forward to it.
He stops on the steps and steels himself. They won't be back yet. Not the ones he needs to talk to. All that'll be here now are the ones that got beaten up and teleported out in the desert. Not Summers. Not Xavier. Those were the ones he needed to talk to, to make see reason before things fell apart. Before everything fell apart.
He takes a deep breath, and pushes the doorbell.
And waits.
Despite what some people think of him, he's not looking forward to it.
He stops on the steps and steels himself. They won't be back yet. Not the ones he needs to talk to. All that'll be here now are the ones that got beaten up and teleported out in the desert. Not Summers. Not Xavier. Those were the ones he needed to talk to, to make see reason before things fell apart. Before everything fell apart.
He takes a deep breath, and pushes the doorbell.
And waits.