Memories meet them at every waymark. The park bench where they once sat out all night to watch the stars. The road turning up to the Institute where Rogue actually beat him in a motorcycle race. The gates that could never bar Remy with his skills, even when she had deliberately locked him out after he blew up her CD player.

They point out each spot, tell stories to Rebecca while her brother sleeps in Mama's lap. To their little girl, this is all the start of some new, strange adventure.

Remy grins and squeezes Rogue's hand reassuringly. "Welcome home."

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