Rogue spends too many hours in the medical bay, but Hank and Remy are so certain. She’s starting to feel their contagious hope. It bubbles over in her when they pore over tests and test results and plot the amount of Cure her body can handle.

Two years, the words pound in her head like a mantra. Two years.

It isn’t much compared to forever, but it’s hers and Remy’s and something to fight for. The three of them keep at the tests and results, the studying and hoping, looking for the right amounts and the right times.

Two years.