Sophie allowed Charles to lead the way - or wheel the way, rather - to a spare bedroom. It was nice enough; the furnishings were wooden and reminded Sophie of a boarding school room, with a neat, wooden desk in the corner and plain bedspread. It probably [i]was[/i] actually for the gifted students - which Sophie now knew were gifted mutants. How bizarre.

"I feel so tired." He yawned "Hope I can last till dinner time."

She nodded absently, going to sit on the edge of the bed and glancing around. She dug her purse out and proceeding to leaf through some bills.

"So, Mr Xavier; how much do you want for the room? I'll pay for food as well, if that's okay"