"I'm fine," I insist hurriedly, glancing down at myself a moment to make sure it's actually true. There's a few scratches, sure, and what I'm positive will be some nasty bruises soon enough, but no cuts, nothing bleeding. I can deal with that when I have to. "Bruised, but fine. I think I'm alone. There were others with me, but they're gone..."

Focus on the rest first, Nico. I can deal with disappearances when I know where I am.

It's only about then that I really get that first question. The Institute? "I'm not a student," I add. "Or a mutant." Oh man, wait, that's Phoenix. At least, I think it is, which only makes this whole thing that much more bizarre. After time travel, you'd think this wouldn't actually be that weird, but turning up places out of the blue, apparently, is always weird. "Where are we?"