Clouds covered the sky in disarrayed hazes of gray and white and black. Lightning flashed and flared, and the rain was unrelenting.

There was no thunder.

No one understood it. With a storm like this, the package just wouldn’t be complete without the thunder.

And it wasn’t.

Professor X knew that better than anyone.

So he wasn’t surprised when he found her on the terrace, eyes trained to the sky, carefully sculpting the twisted features of clouds into unrecognizable figures. If one was careful enough, they would see the hammer. “You miss him, don’t you?”

He gently squeezed her hand as the sky began to fall again.