Sam couldn't believe it, Jay was dead. His little brother was dead at seventeen and he couldn't do anything to stop it. How was he supposed to look his mother in the eyes? Sam didn't know what to do, what to feel, what to even say. He paced around his room, looking just about ready to rip his hair out. He couldn't stop thinking about Jay's words when he was younger, and Sam had come back home to visit. How he'd said he'd be okay being a mutant if it meant that he could fly, how Jay had held on tightly as they made their way up into the air.

He needed to compose himself. There were more kids who needed to be saved from this graveyard of a school, and he was of no help to any of them if he kept this up. He startled as he hear a knock on the door, voice hoarse from misuse and eyes red from the brief bouts of crying he spoke, "Come in."