Keys jangled, an echo around the room as wood shut behind your back. Finally back home, you felt the warmth of the fireplace envelope you. But with the exhaustion clouding your every thought from the previous battle, you hadn't realised a crucial detail. You hadn't left on the fireplace before you walked out for Magneto. Yet the immediate atmosphere retained that safety you cherished dear, no one knew your location.

Just wanting to pass out, you brought a shot glass from earlier that morning. You weren't hurt, but it'd get you close enough to buzzed. You had reached the foot of your bed calmly, before an unmistakeable voice projected itself. Your posture stiffened.

"Chère..." The Cajun's voice softened. "Come home."