You joined Xavier's school for gifted youngsters two years back, and made friends with a few of the other students, one being Piotr, or as people called him, Peter. You and him were close, he often carried you when you were struggling due to a physical disability you had. You were capable of walking, yes. But sometimes it was hard to walk nonetheless, and he was always there to help.

Today, you were trying to get to the kitchen to get something, as your classes for the day were over. You were struggling, as today was one of those days. Suddenly, you were lifted right up off the ground.

You quickly realized who it was. Your friend Piotr. "I got you. Where are you trying to go?" He asked as he adjusted his hold to try to make sure you were comfortable.