Specter turned back around as he heard Kat trip, and was about to bend down to help her back up when the other woman was stired from her sleep. He wondered what was wrong with this womans eyes as she seemed to blink far more than he thought someone should upone awaking. Maybe she was far more fatgued than he had orginally thought as it seemed to take her quite some time to familurze herself with the suroundings. As she finally came to notice the two of them Specter stood wondering who she was. "Appologize Ma'ma, young Katrina was only helping find me teacher. She may not noticed you hidden as where. We shall take leave now, though might you wish better rest indoors?" Specter held out a hand to help Kat back to her feet so they could continue their search for this Neena person. He really wanted to meet with her in hopes that she might beable to help him in some way not knowing that he was already speaking with the person they where looking for.

Katrina's palms were scraped, her back side was bruised, her right arm had several scratches on it from the bushes, and her pride was sorely injured. She inhaled sharply and blinked back tears, successfully keeping any from escaping the confines of her eyelids. It hurt, but not enough to cry over. She was more embarrassed than injured.

“Sorry Ms. Nightowl,” she blushed. “I guess I didn't see you there.” Katrina accepted Mr. Ravenous' hand and used it to pull herself up again. She inspected her injuries, and found that there was nothing serious. One of the scrapes from the bush was bleeding a little, but it was nothing a band-aid wouldn't fix.

“Uh, this is Neena. And this is Marcus Ravenous,” Katrina indicated who was who with her hands, though the gesture was probably unnecessary, since there were only two of them. “He's from Russia, I think he wants to sign up to be a student here.” Katrina looked to Mr. Ravenous for confirmation, to make sure she'd gotten all the information correctly.

“And, um, I should go get washed up, I think,” Katrina indicated her scraped arm. “Maybe I'll see you later, Mr. Ravenous. The mansion seems big at first, but I'm sure we'll bump into each other at some point.” With that, Katrina waved good bye, bowed apologetically to Neena once more, and ran off toward the house. She was careful to avoid the kitchen where her mother would certainly make a big fuss over her small bumps and bruises, and instead headed straight for the bathroom by way of the front door.

"Appologize Ma'ma, young Katrina was only helping find me teacher. She may not noticed you hidden as where. We shall take leave now, though might you wish better rest indoors?"

Neena wrinkled her nose at the young man, and shook her head. "Nah. Too stuffy."

“Sorry Ms. Nightowl, I guess I didn't see you there.”

"Meh, no worries, kiddo. You okay over there?" Now that her eyes were working again, she noticed a scratch on the girl's arm had started to seep a bit.

“Uh, this is Neena. And this is Marcus Ravenous.”

<"Ravenous? Odd name...."> she thought to herself.

“He's from Russia." Ah, that explained the accent. "I think he wants to sign up to be a student here.”

"Ah! Nice to meetcha, Mr. Ravenous." She held out a hand to shake.

“And, um, I should go get washed up, I think. Maybe I'll see you later, Mr. Ravenous. The mansion seems big at first, but I'm sure we'll bump into each other at some point.”

"Thanks, Katrina. Careful on the way back. Oh, hey! The Doc's busy in the library this morning!" That last bit was actually meant as a warning, in case the youngster felt the same way about meddlesome doctors that Neena did.

She turned back to the newcomer, and smiled. "Well, m'friend, welcome to Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. So you're looking to enroll, eh?"

She pushed herself to her feet and dusted herself off, before turning to search for her sunglasses.

Specter helped Kat to her feet then listened as she explained that this was the teacher they had been looking for. The girl then ran off before he had a chance to thank her for her help and left him alone with the teacher. Specter apprased Neena alittle more as she moved out from the shadows taking note of how limber she appeared. When she asked the obviouse question about his enrollment Specter was alittle apprehncive about answering. On the one hand he felt that he should keep his amnisia to himself, but on the other hand if he was ever going to find any help he was going to have to tell somebody what had happened. Neena seemed to be a rather carefree sort of person, and sense she had been the one he was looking for he desided to trust her for the time being. "The truth I know nothing before coming here. It is as though nothing then poof I am here. I know not why or how just poof and here. I had hope that maybe someone may have answers, and Katrina says to find you. So we find you, and I ask have you answers?"

"The truth I know nothing before coming here. It is as though nothing then poof I am here. I know not why or how just poof and here. I had hope that maybe someone may have answers, and Katrina says to find you."

Neena found her glasses half hidden under the bushes, but rather than don them, she stuck them in her hair.

"So we find you, and I ask have you answers?"

The dark-skinned woman placed one hand on her hip, then reached up to scratch her head again. Her expression relayed a fair amount of confusion mixed with curiosity.

"To be honest, I'm not exactly sure what the question was. You say you don't know why you're here, or where you came from? Nothing at all?"

There were plenty of people at the Mansion who preferred to keep their backgrounds to themselves, and understandably so. But the number who actually couldn't remember their backgrounds she could count on one hand. Quite the interesting conundrum.

Specter waited for Neena to tell him something, anything at all. He really didn't hold out much hope that just by finding this one woman all his questions would be answered. Still any answers that she might provide, any at all, would be better than knowing nothing. The seconds ticked by like an eternity as Neena looked through the bushes. Fianlly coming up with a pair of sunglasses she placed on her head. Then came a few more endless seconds as she seemed to be thinking of a way to reply. When she finally did answer however it wasn't at all what Specter had been expecting. Not one single answer, nothing that would help him in any way. Just another question, no wrose it was the same question he had asked her repeated back at him. Specter was begining to loss his passates, and his temeber. Nobody could know how he felt at that moment. How completely lost and out of control his life felt. "You can not help? Fine, I shall find answers on own. Return to nap, thank you for nothing." Specter didn't mean to snap at Neena like that, but at that moment he wanted to yell, he wanted to explode, he wanted to break down and cry. He was so full of mixed emotions that he didn't know what he wanted. He just wanted it to be over.

"You can not help? Fine, I shall find answers on own. Return to nap, thank you for nothing."

Neena's confusion melted into sympathy as he snapped at her. She couldn't imagine the emotions running through his mind right then, but she could make a fair guess from his facial expression. She reached out to place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Hey now, calm down a bit, m'friend. I didn't mean to upset you." Her tone of voice took on a more sisterly quality. "Just wasn't sure I heard right, is all."

She paused, to let him calm down a bit, then made a suggestion. "How 'bout we start over with the basics, and see what we come up with. How 'bout a name? Did Katrina come up with Mr. Ravenous, or was that you?"

If he could at least remember his name, perhaps he was already enrolled, and would be on their records.

Specter was still abit deffencive so when Neena placed her hand on his shoulder it made him jump. However he didn't remove the hand, and after a moment he felt himself begin to calm. He was glad to see that his outburst hadn't phased the teacher as he really had no idea what he was going to do if he managed to get himself kicked out of the school before he even joined. Inhaling deeply he gently pulled the hand from his shoulder as he slowly exhaled. Even someone as skilled as he was could break down into a moment of weakness, but he vowed to not let it happen again. No matter how powerful you where there are just some things that can not be controled. His name, yes that probably would be the best place to start. Specter removed his wallet and opened it to his passport ID before handing it over to Neena. "This is all I find, I know not if real or not. I know also that I am mutant answering to Specter. I know is not much, but is all I have. I......... apologize for actions. It was not right to show weakness."

Neena released her grip the instant he started to pull away. She didn't want him to feel more uncomfortable than he already did.

"This is all I find, I know not if real or not. I know also that I am mutant answering to Specter. I know is not much, but is all I have."

"Hey, at least it's a start." She smiled, then took a closer look at the passport.

Marcus Ravenous....

<"Wow, that really is his name....">[/b]

..... Russian. Age seventeen. She looked up, then back down again. The pictures matched. Of course, she knew firsthand how easy it was to fake a passport. Still, for now it would do.

"I......... apologize for actions. It was not right to show weakness."

Neena turned her attention back to Specter, the confusion back on her face. "Weakness? Aside from my disagreement with that statement, I'm not sure what you mean by showing weakness. You mean showing emotion?" Her eyes softened a bit. "I wouldn't consider emotion a show of weakness, m'friend. It just means your heart still works."

She smiled again, handed the passport back to him, then used her head to motion back toward the Mansion. "How 'bout we go check our records and see if your already enrolled?"[/color]

Specter took back the passport and nodded moving to one side so Neena could take the lead. It hadn't been the fact that Specter had shown emotion rather the fact that he had alowed those emotions to control him. However he didn't feel it was necessary to explain this at the moment. As they made their was back to the mansion Specter continued to survey his suroundings Finally his couriousty got the better of him, and he decided that Neena was a better person to ask about the attack than Katrina had been. "Might I ask as what has happened." He nodded to indicate the current state of the mansion. "I had asked Katrina, but reply was, how you say, cryptic. She spoke something of attack, and camps? I would guess she spoke of a biggets raid, but know not of these camps or fate of those taken." Specter knew that mutant hating groups existed. Any time humans found something that was diffrent there would be fear and hatered. However he did not know of any of these groups by name or method. Still if he was right maybe he would be able to help when the time came to retrive those taken. It would be a good outlet for his rage and furstration.

Neena took his silence to be disagreement with her statement about emotion. But she didn't press the issue, especially since there were other concerns to deal with.

For a good part of the way back, neither of them spoke. Then Specter broke the silence with a question. "Might I ask as what has happened. I had asked Katrina, but reply was, how you say, cryptic. She spoke something of attack, and camps? I would guess she spoke of a biggets raid, but know not of these camps or fate of those taken."

Neena grimaced a bit, and replaced her sunglasses as they left the shade. "Eh, it was a bit bigger than that, actually." Given he suffered from amnesia, she decided to go with a full explanation. Perhaps mention of the Registration Law would jog something in his memory.

"Last fall a law was passed through the capital which made it mandatory for all mutants to register with the government. We were issued either a bracelet or a collar that supressed our mutations. If we used them outside of our homes, we risked being arrested. About the same time our school was attacked, I can only assume because they viewed the concentration of mutants here as a threat."

She sighed. It still made no sense to her why a school of kids could be considered a threat to society.

"Anyway, we were rounded up, and sent to a modern day version of the Concentration Camps. About a month or two ago," she'd lost track of the time, "the Law was overturned, and the mutants were released." She didn't mention that the Breakout actually happened before the Law was overturned. "We were allowed to come back home, and rebuild."

By that time they'd reached the kitchen patio. She smiled and motioned for him to follow her inside.

Specter listened to Neena's explination of the Registration act. The very idea burned him up, and he wondered what he had been doing around that time. One thing he knew for sure was that he would never let somebody do something like that to him without a very bloody fight. The fact that children where involed only made it worse to him. Weaklings trying to play strong by picking on those weaker than themselves. He only wished that it was still going on for the simple fact of being able to remeber breaking a few heads. Still the hit must have been hard as the scares on the mansion and its inhabatines still seemed to be fresh. As they entered the mansion Specters mind was again at work apprasing the place. Like the outside he could tell there was more to this place than met the eye at first glance.

Not being a mind reader, Neena couldn't tell for sure what was going through Specter's head as she talked. But if she had to guess, it wouldn't be happy thoughts. Very subtle hints of tension radiated from him. And while the unease could easily be simply from his lack of memory, the lack of any other kind of reaction, surprise, sadness, even outward anger and the like, made her think otherwise.

She motioned him to follow her into the Office. "Have a seat, m'friend, and let's see what we can find."

She frowned at the computer screen; she hated electronic gadets, but they had pervaded all corners of society. Like an invasion of lifeless, 'error'-beeping pests.....

After a few minutes of two-finger-key-pecking, Neena finally brought up the student files. She murmured aloud to herself as she read through the list.

"Ratterly, Rattrane, Raulph, Raul, Ravenlee, Ravenous. Oh! Here we go!" A red star blinked besides the name. She squinted and read for a moment. "Well, you are on our files, so you do exist. Let's see what we've got."

Rather than pull and print up the electronic file, and spend more time with the boxy eyesore, she turned to the paper files. She flipped through them, and pulled out Specter's file. It caught on another, and several papers and an envelope slipped out of both.

"Oop! Sorry! Here, m'friend." She handed him his file, and quickly replaced the extra file.

"Marcus Ravenous, age seventeen, Moscow, Russia. Looks like that passport is legit after all. I'm not sure what happened in between when your family sent in the enrollment, and you ended up at the gates, but yes. You are registered as a student here."

She waited to see how he would react to the paper confirmation of his existence.

Specter took a seat across from Neena as she slowly worked at the computer. The moments ticked by aganizingly as he waited to hear if she had found anything. Finally she spoke his name was in the computer. Specter wasn't sure how, but he was enrolled in this school after all. As Neena stood to move over to a filing cabnet Specter followed. Here might finally be some answers to his lost past. As the folder snaged sending Specter history scattering everywhere he quickly moved to gather up the papers unknowingly kicking an evelope under a near by bookshelve. After the papers where gathered Specter begain to rifle through them. His name, his birth in moscow, a discription of his powers. There was nothing here Specter didn't already know. Where was his history? Where was the name of his parents? "Miss Neena this is all? Do you not have more files overlooked?" Specter handed back the file to show her that there was so little information held with in. Then he quickly looked around for any papers they may have missed only to come up empty. After all his trouble Specters past was still lost. It's as if somebody had opened the book of his life, and decided to start in the middle instead of the beganing. "Thank you for help. I apologize for being trouble." Specter turned to leave the office head lowered and shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Miss Neena this is all? Do you not have more files overlooked?"

Neena slowly shook her head. "I'm sorry. This is all there is." She took a closer look, and could understand why the file held little comfort. There were precious few details, other than a power description.

"Thank you for help. I apologize for being trouble."

He looked so lost. A frown passed over the dark teacher's face. She reached to touch his arm.

"Hang on, Marcus." She used the name on the file, not sure if he would even respond to it. Still, it just seemed more personable than 'Specter'.

"Look," she told him gently, "I can image this is difficult for you. But don't give up so easily. Why don't I check and see what other info I can dig up. There are some real tech and computer whizzes here. Maybe they can find some more info somewhere. We have a name, and we have a birthplace, so that's a start, right?"

She smiled kindly and sincerely at him. "In the meantime, why not look at this as an opportunity? No one knows who you, right? So this is your chance to be whoever you want to be, learn new things. Right? And you're welcome to stay here, however long it takes to sort things out. Even after if you need to."

She wasn't sure if he would take her words as any sort of comfort, or if he even wanted to. But she meant them, nonetheless.