Rogue leaned on the bridge's guardrail, a small piece of paper in her gloved hands which she twisted and ripped, small bits floating off on the wind or spiraling down towards the water below. Rogue couldn't honestly recall what was written on the piece of paper, most likely it was a receipt from lunch, but now it was something to take out a bit of nerves on...a way to waste time before continuing her trip to the mansion. She'd promised Logan she would visit everyone, a feat she hadn't managed to achieve since running off to college in the first place. Everything was just so fast paced...and she'd grown accustomed to being human. Not human like she'd been with the cure, but human as in living among them, not sequestered away where she couldn't hurt people. She had a job now, too, cashiering at the school bookstore. It was a far cry from 'making the big bucks' but it suited her needs.

By all rights Rogue should have been more than ready to visit her alma mater...her home. And yet something held her back. It was most likely her inner runaway, always and forever afraid of not being welcome. She hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, she'd done everything right. And in doing everything right she felt...less like a mutant. That was good, right?

Wrong.

Her inner John told her it was wrong. She was a mutant. She didn't have to play nice with the humans, didn't need to blend in, pretend she was something she wasn't. Returning to the mansion proved that she was hiding who she was. The fact that she was a mutant would hit her smack dab in the face as soon as she walked in there.

Rogue liked the illusion.

And so she remained staring down at the water, unwrapping a piece of candy as she stared. The candy slipped from her grasp and she jolted forward in an attempt to catch it, but missed. The small candy plummeted into the river, a fall that Rogue almost mimicked when someone put their hand on her shoulder, scaring her so much she jolted, spinning to face...

((dun dun DUN! I dunno who she's facing.))