Begging your pardon ma'am it's just one more thing
He called ahead two nights ago. He had gotten drunk right after that. Drunk to forget the faces of the kids that no one had saved. He went through a pack of cigarettes in between the next morning and now this after noon.

He wants to call Mary. Tell her that he still loves her even though she hates him for never telling a lie. Not even one sweet little lie. He should have told her he was a mutant. Maybe his son would like him. He decided that he wouldn't think about it on the drive up. He smoked three cigarettes on the drive. What would Charles say? He had no idea.

He got there and was allowed in the gate. They were expecting the Detective. Not too much of a shock. He parked his car and stopped to stretch his bad leg, god it hurt. Time to go tell Charles all about this.

Please father, let me confess my sins. I'm not Superman and I need you to help me catch these baby killers. He shook his head at the thought drifting through his head. Charles is many things to many people but he's no priest.

So he limps up to the front door and puts out his last smoke as he knocks on the door. This is his only hope.