[ waking up from a nightmare doesn't strike jean as odd per se. it doesn't stop her from scrambling out of the hospital bed on a strange instinct tickling at the back of her head either. her head which is pounding with a tangle of thoughts she can't even begin to sort out, footsteps she can't possibly hear, the conversation of nurses down the hall. her back presses to the wall, eyes closing as she tries to force it all away, tries to quiet the storm in her mind.

go away! she whispers in the cacophony of her own mind, pleading with the voices to fade. to her surprise, the footsteps turn, the conversation abates, anyone coming to check on her reverses course.

oh.

without thinking, jean sprints out the door, hurrying down the hall and following the exits sign before she finds herself outside, blinking into the bright sun as her hand lifts to shield her eyes. this is not xavier's. ]

Does anyone know when the next Indiana Jones movie is going to play in the theater?