[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#DDA0DD]Antoinette McCarthy[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=#DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b][/color] SPACE! Again…
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	People continued to trickle onto the Blackbird. Antoinette helped everyone up the ramp, telling those who were well to give up seats for the injured. Finally, Pietro returned with Mary, Jacelyn, and a couple of others. Antoinette smiled as warmly as she could and helped those few people in before she joined her fellow X-Men on board.
	There were still 45 people out there. Antoinette turned her head to look down the ramp to the crumbling hangar. She remembered the building collapse all those years ago when she had been rescued. Not everyone made it out of that one, either. This was part of the job that was never easy. 
	Max walked past her, standing close to the ramp to keep a weathered eye for more people. Antoinette walked back to stand beside him. Her powers weren’t equipped to help in this sort of scenario. It was one thing to feel helpless in that sense, but another to have the powers do something and still not be able to save them all. Antoinette reached out and took Max’s hand. She gently squeezed it but kept looking down the ramp, hoping for more people to join them.