Xavier had insisted everyone spend some time at the pool, hoping it would be a much-needed chance to unwind. At first, the day unfolded perfectly.

Logan sat brooding under the shade of a large umbrella, lost in thought as he soaked up the ambiance. Remy was a whirlwind of energy at the grill, the mouthwatering scent of sizzling burgers wafting through the air. Jean and Storm splashed playfully in the water, their laughter echoing as they tossed a beach ball back and forth.

Meanwhile, you drifted leisurely in the shallow end, relishing the cool water against your skin.

However, the cheerful atmosphere quickly spiraled down when disaster struck. With a sudden, disheartening splash, Scott’s glasses slipped from his face and sank beneath the surface.

Panic surged through him as he instinctively clamped his hands over his eyes, squeezing them shut as tightly as he could. Clutching the side of the pool for stability, he frantically kicked his feet in a futile attempt to locate his lost glasses. Each moment seemed to stretch as he struggled, anxiety etched across his features as he tried to maintain his grip on the edge.

“Did anyone find them yet?” he called out, his voice tinged with desperation, eyes still shielded, as hope flickered like a candle in the breeze.