Two years... two years alone...
Ana struggled to place one foot in front of the other, dragging her heavy boots through the thick Snow around her ankles, the chill wind biting her to the bone... The sun began to fade as the blackened clouds consumed it's warm embrace into night, she paused to take a breath, thick steam stolen from her parched mouth in the harsh breeze. Checking her stolen GPS remote for bearings, she realized that she was truly lost as the snow and clouds blocked a link with the satellite, blinding her from direction.
Her next obstacle was a steep climb, threatening to steal away what remained of her strength. She persevered, falling to her hands and knees in order to climb... As she broke the white fall upon it's peak, her weary eyes could make out a distinct solid shape in the fog, it's true form hidden from detail but it resembled salvation; shelter!
It took more energy just to return to her hands and knees, just a short 6 metre climb had worn her out but gradually Ana placed one knee in front of the other, Hand by frozen hand she crawled...
the 20 meters from the rise to the door felt as long as a week in her eyes, by then she was once more on her feet, searching for a way to alert anyone inside of her presence as her power was useless in her present state. Before she passed out, her last ounce of strength went into sounding the ornate knocker on the door twice, the sheer dark white of the world consumed into pitch black...
(She knocked on the front door of the Xavier mansion, she hates Xavier but thinks the mansion, or the wreckage I should say is still in Westchester, New York...)
Padding from the kitchen, Amelia Wright formally known as Sparkie was just about to attend to the meeting in the dining room when a light knock on the front door caught her attention, padding over to the door she drew her shawl around her shoulders in ready for the cold, ~Who could be out there in this weather?~ She thought to herself, knowing full well that the Professor would pick up what she was thinking. Opening the door her light brown eyes widened a little. Grasping hold of the freezing unconcious young woman she bought the figure inside and wrapped her in the warm woollen shawl, ~Professor...if you can hear me we need help over here...a new arrival is unconcious and suffering from minor hypothermia.~ She thought to herself, hoping atleast Jean would pick up her thoughts and help her out with the girl.
As Wolverine
Wolverine walked down the hallways of the mansion untill he got to the stairs. He turned to see Amelia having trouble brining an unconcious girl into the mansion. He rushed down the stairs and pulled the unconcious girl over his shoulders. "Here I'll help you, I can take her." Wolverine said to Amelia
Ana sighed, her lungs began to work again though her eyes refused to open, each breath brought pain to her chest as a Respirator was placed over her face. Her lungs were as dry as her mouth, it felt like someone had forced her to eat a ton of sand... Even through the blankets the cold outside still lingered on the tips of her senses, ignoring the warm embrace of the room.
The first drop of water brought life back, she choked on the first sip and reached out to grab the cup, gulping it down as if she were a fish out of water... her eyes too began to work properly, she caught the first blurred image of Jean, even as close as she was, Ana didn't recognise her or her voice...
"thank you..." she muttered weakly, "any longer and I'd've been a permanent snowman..."
Meanwhile, Jacenta was furiously kicking the wall adjacent to her bed, to tired to get up so she hammered it laying on her back. "I'm hungry you self-centred, egotistical, nerologically absent excuses for Mutants!" she screamed, the wall now sported a crack along the egdes, her adrenaline levels were rising and her rage festered... though the room she had been placed in was designed to keep people like the Juggernaut contained, her eforts were futile but they still began to sound through the lower-levels of the mansion.