Garrett wanted to change out of his outfit, but there was no reason for that now. He wouldn't put Maya on the floor anyway. He motioned for Peter to get the vault door. " Get your stuff, I'll come back for mine in a bit after I get her to bed." Peter nodded, a devilish smirk creeping on his face. Garrett rolled his eyes. The door opened and Peter gathered his stuff up. "Call me when you're...done. It's good to be home again." Garrett nodded and exited the vault, closing it behind him securely with his body.

He made his way to his quarters. He was lucky enough to also have those down here where it seemed safer and was definitely warmer than above. His hard work at the beginning had paid off in many ways. Arriving at his door, he used his free pinky finger to punch in the entry code, holding still for a moment as Maya shifted slightly in his arms.

As he entered, the residual warmth of his quarters wafted in his face, the slight smell of incense greeting him. It was no luxury suite, but it was home.The room and its few chambers were all shaped out of the rock here, keeping it cool. Lighting and other electrical conveniences had been shaped into the scheme as well, making it seem as if the cords went nowhere. The main room was rather large, with some meager furniture including a couch and some chairs, a small table and several scrolls from the monastery on the walls. Three other chambers stood nearby, veiled with sheer curtains. A kitchen/dining area, a study, and the bedroom.

Garrett decided to lay Maya down gently on the sofa before returning to the vault for his items. Once there, he found that Peter had taken the liberty of raiding Maya's bathroom and closet. He must have been in a rush as it was all centrally crammed into a garbage bag. He had been concerned on how she was going to get by on the same outfit for the whole time.

Were they moving again? There was a definite change in air quality, enough to make her stir in the fold of Garrrett's arm. It was just as clean, maybe purer, but the largest different was the actual elemental makeup. She didn't have to be awake to feel the difference: the air here was simply different... crisper, somehow. It wasn't cold, but it tasted like it had been.

and incense?

Ghost stirred befuddled inside her blanket cocoon. Somewhere along the line she'd left the comfort of Garrett's arms. She found her face pressed against a squashy, spongy couch. She blinked to clear the cobwebs from her mind. There was a strange pinched feeling where Jude usually resided. More blinking. Jude. She wriggled enough to loosen her tightly wrapped blanket and struggled to sit upright. 'What in the world?' She looked around several times, hoping that it was her mixed vision that was playing tricks on her. Jude should have been in the infirmary bed a few feet away.

Instead, it was rock. But she was on a couch. And there were modern comforts. But it felt as if she were in a cave of some kind. The walls were rough hewn and natural feeling except that there were other rooms. Her form vision didn't extend very far without being more incorporeal so she couldn't tell what kind of place she was in. She ended up cradling her head trying to decide if she was actually awake. As of now, the verdict was no.

As the door slid open, Garrett found Maya seated on the couch, in a look of disbelief. He was prepared for such a reaction. These surroundings were alien enough and he wondered how she might take their geographical location as well. He put the garbage bag down with his own bags. " I see you are awake. I hope you aren't too confused. I'll be happy to explain everything for you. You've been through enough for one day without a total mind warp." He chuckled a bit and flashed her a wink. He took a seat next to her and placed his hand on her hip. He thought it best to just put it all out on the table immediately while she was still half asleep and docile.

" As you may have suspected, we are no longer at the base. Well, we are also no longer in England. Or even Europe. We are actually at the Colony now, in Antarctica. This is not it, of course. It lies above us, separated by about a mile of ice. This is the heart of the Colony, tunneled out of the bedrock of the actual Antarctic continent. This is where I call home." It was a good start, but much more needed to be clarified.

"Jude will be fine. I was overseeing his care personally. It will take him some time before he is anywhere near operational status though. I'm sorry for calling him Judy. It was venom from my ego, considering I am aware of what he attempted to do in his room. Also, you know you needed a vacation. Hawley approved this little sojourn as my presence definitely has had a positive effect on you. Your near perfect synchronization was the catalyst for the accident, you know. It seemed as if you two never had so much success."

"So, no one will be looking for you and you won't be in any trouble when we return. and of course, we will return. Until then, though, I hope you will enjoy yourself and enjoy the Colony. Peter had the foresight to snatch up some of your belongings so you wouldn't be stuck in the same clothes for however long we are here. They are over there in the trash bag. I love you, Maya. I only wanted you to have the time away and, more importantly, time for us to spend together outside of the world's time. Time for us to enjoy each other and strengthen the bond we almost lost."

She would surely have many questions. They now had all the time in the world to discover the answers to those and all the questions they had never had a chance to explore.

The door slid open and Ghost's head snapped up to see Garrett walking in the room with several bags. It was a movement that she instantly regretted as it made a stab of vertigo punctuate the action. He seemed to expect whatever he saw there and after putting down the bags, he slid into place beside her on the couch with talk of explanations.

"As you may have suspected, we are no longer at the base." Blink. "Well, we are also no longer in England. Or even Europe. We are actually at the Colony now, in Antarctica." Blink Blink. "This is not it, of course. It lies above us, separated by about a mile of ice. This is the heart of the Colony, tunneled out of the bedrock of the actual Antarctic continent. This is where I call home." Blink. She felt the first spike of panic prick her chest as the information filtered through the rocks in her head. 'Antarctica?'

"Jude will be..."[/i] 'Jude!' She panicked in earnest now struggling against her blankety confines. The pinch in her mind didn't bode well for his condition and she only quieted to make certain that the next word was a positive one. "fine. I was overseeing his care personally."[/i] She resisted struggling entirely now, stopped now by the realization that they were, as the saying went, no longer in Kansas. "It will take him some time before he is anywhere near operational status though. I'm sorry for calling him Judy. It was venom from my ego, considering I am aware of what he attempted to do in his room."[/i] She put her face in her hands again. How could she be so foolish? "Also, you know you needed a vacation."[/i] She sighed at the jab. She'd heard that one before. "Hawley approved this little sojourn as my presence definitely has had a positive effect on you."[/i] Although that was new. One juicy little tidbit that sparked many questions and suspicions, not all of them nice. "Your near perfect synchronization was the catalyst for the accident, you know. It seemed as if you two never had so much success."[/i] Near perfect synchronization? No wonder her brain hurt. Involuntarily she began to suck in air like a fish out of water. She was fast on the path of information overload. It was a road that had many bumps and each jolt brought her closer to retching.

"So, no one will be looking for you and you won't be in any trouble when we return."[/i] He seemed to be trying to offer some kind of comfort, but she was beyond that part. In fact most of what he continued to tell her was only partially heard over her own pounding heart and strangled breaths. "and of course, we will return. Until then, though, I hope you will enjoy yourself and enjoy the Colony. Peter had the foresight to snatch up some of your belongings so you wouldn't be stuck in the same clothes for however long we are here. They are over there in the trash bag. I love you, Maya. I only wanted you to have the time away and, more importantly, time for us to spend together outside of the world's time. Time for us to enjoy each other and strengthen the bond we almost lost."

Yep. Too much.

She turned fast and launched partially distinguishable lunch bits over the arm of the couch. It was an interesting sensation as the vomit gurgled incorporeal inside her and then fully... liquid... as soon as it cleared her lips. It was no personal reflection of how she felt for him, but he really should work on his habit of telling it all at once. She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and panted still bent over the arm of the couch just in case she had more left to spew or Garrett had more surprises. It should be impossible for an air elemental to hyperventilate except that the rapid breathing was caused by an undue amount of self-imposed stress.

"My class... Controllers.. Jude.. Hawley.. ohmygoodnessIcan'tbelieve... near perfect?" It all tumbled out in random order between gasps. "How long have I been..? How did we?" She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed the palms of her hands against her eyes, still partially draped over the couch's arm.

"Vacation?" She squeaked out the word as if it were a death sentence.

Garrett had definitely overloaded Maya with information. She was so overloaded that she hyperventilated and subsequently vomited. He scrunched his eyebrows up and got up, getting some cool wet rags to clean her mess and one to give her as well to ease the nausea. He felt bad for throwing so much at her so fast, but he felt she might, well, he had no idea what her reaction would be. Vomiting wasn't what he had expected though.

As he cleaned her mess up, Garrett could see her bewildered eyes. She was slowing her breathing though, which was good. " I'm sorry, dear. I certainly didn't mean to make you sick. To clear things up a bit...slowly, Peter is a mutant, of course. His ability is to open gateways across space. He could open the door of my room here and we could go just about anywhere on Earth. So that's how you got here so quickly."

He wouldn't push. He gathered up the soiled rags and carried them off to the kitchen. Maybe he had made a mistake. He should have asked her how she felt about this first. He sighed as he rinsed the rags out in the sink. It wasn't all so bad. If she demanded to leave, he would just call Peter.

Panic quickly segued into humiliation as she began to control her breathing again. She was out of whack, exhausted, and overreacting. He handed her a damp cloth and it fell right through her hand and onto the arm of the couch. "Hawley knows..." She searched his face as she infused the cloth with her power. It was slow going. She was so empty. Finally she was able to wipe her face and mouth with her shaking hands. She was empty. It was the best way to describe what she was feeling: empty. Empty stomach, empty mind, empty of all power.

"I'm so sorry..." If she could have, she would have insisted on cleaning up her own mess. It was amazing that this man still loved her... vomit and all. His explanation of Peter helped a little. So she hadn't been asleep for days... in fact her aching tiredness was still from the... the synchronization testing... which had gone wrong for some reason... because they'd synced too fully? Maya draped the cloth over her face. She didn't want him to see her right now.

When her mind shut off, allowing access for the controller, she was unaware of her surroundings. She'd been jolted back to awareness, plugged into a painful and draining situation, had her nervous system cut off and re-started, and now she was in Antarctica. Kilometers, hours, and seemingly lifetimes away from where she'd started so early that morning.

Maya let her heavy eyelids slide closed underneath the cloth. Jude would be okay. He'd told her that, but the times when she was far enough to break their mental bond were few and far between. It just made her nervous. And here she was worrying about Jude and the responsibilities that she was shirking when he'd already told her that they were taken care of. That this was vacation, not severance. She just had to trust that what he was saying was true. This was a time to let go of duty and responsibility and just rest. To make up for lost time.

Maya pulled up the blanket around her and tucked it just below her nose. Only her washcloth covered forehead and eyes, nose, white mop of hair, and fingers could be seen above the line of the blanket. "Garrett..." She mumbled dumbly through the cloth. "why do you love me?" Her tone indicated that she was fast slipping back toward sleep. It was unclear whether or not she would remain wakeful enough to even hear the answer.

Garrett washed his hands under the water. Everything was cold here unless you could wrangle a heat or fire manipulator to help out. Fortunately there was electric baseboard heat in his quarters as well as some large heater fans placed strategically around the room. He heard her apologize from the kitchen but his mind was still in the sink. He stared at the water, watching its course slide over his hands, the prickling sensation of water moving around the area. He turned the tap off instinctively, as wasteful usage was generally frowned upon by Colonists.

He was on his way back out as her question came. It was an easy answer. He tried not to let his mouth and rational mind get in the way so much this time. He walked up behind her, looking down on her form from behind the sofa. He placed his hands on her shoulders. Well, he tried to, but they ended up just being on the couch where her shoulders would be, a soupy fog with a kind of substance finding his palms.

"Maya, I have been in love with you since the day I set eyes on you. When you brought me a sandwich while I worked on the wall at the Mansion. Sounds crazy, huh? Our relationship has weathered many things, apparently even years of separation. This warms my heart as I would have gone to the grave loving you unrequited. Your smile, your honey brown eyes looking into mine, your touch, your scent, so many things. "

"It's not all physical, of course. Your intelligence and wits match and sometimes surpass my own. Heh. You are always the picture of grace, even now. In my eyes and heart, there is no other woman I could want in this world or the next. You have always been there for me when I needed you. Even when we were apart, you still remained. Holding me, loving me, no matter how much I felt alone. I would risk my job, the Colony, CB, even my life to ensure that we never drift apart again."

He leaned down and removed the cloth from her face. "That is why I love you, Maya. But I am sure it is much more than even....that." She was sound asleep. Poor thing, she really was exhausted. He left her there , not wanting to disturb the calm cohesion of her sleeping body. He simply sat there on the sofa next to her and watched her sleep peacefully. So many more reasons came to mind.

She slept soundly through dinner. In fact, Ghost slept unmoving through the night and on into the morning. Being underground, there was nothing to cue her body to wake: no light through the window, no Jude's alarm clock, no temperature rising. For the first time in who knows how many months, Ghost slept until she was ready to wake. While she rested, Ghost's body went through different cycles of incorporeal, never quite reaching solid or full insubstantiality before finally settling around something like 20 percent solidity.

The air in the room stirred before she did. Her first sensation was that of a splitting headache like a bad hangover. Ghost stretched and noticed the blanket had fallen through her at some point in the night. Ah. That was a firm indication of a rather gaseous day. She mentally probed her body feeling it out and checking off her list.

She felt rather soupy today, no doubt her form was rather hazy excepting her bust. For some reason her mind always held firmly to her upper torso and head as they were integral parts of her identity. It was hard for her to 'see' herself and that didn't bode very well. Running through her checklist, Ghost noticed that she was in pure form vision... more indicators of her ethereal nature. She had the strangest sensation of sawdust, though that could possibly be contributed to the incense. Garrett seemed to be partial to sandalwood, and though she couldn't smell it per se - she could feel it.

She frowned as more details from yesterday came flooding in. She wasn't panicked, but she didn't have to be exuberant about it either. The frowning movement accentuated her splitting headache. Ghost held her hands on either side of her face just incase it did decided to pop open like a suitcase stuffed too full. She sat for several moments until the feeling began to fade. All feelings eventually faded in this form. There was nothing to hurt. She tried to discern if she should be hungry. She didn't feel hungry, but again that could be the incorporeality talking. Again, it was impossible to know what time it was when you were so far under ground.

Right. So the verdict was: get more solid before Garrett came back.

Ghost looked around then, probing her surroundings. She was in the same cave-like room as before. She'd slept the whole time on the couch -- no doubt she was un-pickup-able and thus un-moveable. Other rooms branched off separated only by a slip of permeable fabric.

So this was... Garrett's? He lived here?

Ghost drifted away from the couch stretching herself, adding space between her particles and then attempting to pull them back in tighter as she poked around curiously. What was Garrett's place like after all these years? She was curious as to what treasures he might keep.

She peeked into the bedroom first. No Garrett. He must've had something colony to do... or a good excuse at least. After some more poking, Ghost found her trash bag of stuff. She gusted the bag over to the bed and pushed it around with varying degrees of wind until her things fell out. She was unable to simply sort through her things manually, though she'd had enough experience with being incorporeal to know how to work things out for herself. It would take time, but she would change at least. No need to run around in stinky gym clothes.

Garrett had left her after an hour or so of watching. It was hard to leave her. He had soaked up every last drop of her in the past 24 hours and he wasn't anywhere near filling. He also didn't want her to wake up alone and feel strange or abandoned. He knew he had many things to do up top, though, so he changed from his Peacekeeper uniform to his normal lab coat and pants doctor get up and headed up to check on things.

As the express elevator doors opened, he met Peter, apparently on his way down. " Hey there. I was wondering if you were coming out of the love cave anytime soon. We going to practice soon or what?" Peter chuckled a bit. Garrett was actually a little disappointed in him for becoming so undisciplined in such a short amount of time. " I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, but I have done my training for many years now. I'd appreciate it if you tried to focus a little harder and didn't forget things like respect and discipline. We are friends and will continue to be, but if you wish to continue to train under me in a martial respect, you really need to straighten up." Peter seemed to understand and nodded.

" I actually have to get up to the Infirmary and see what I have missed. I left Rita up there, but she is only a nurse. A healing mutant nurse, but still. I need more time with Maya as well. How about you go to the dojo and practice forms. Do the twisting Crane 100 times. I will trust you." It wasn't too rigorous but neither was it easy. Peter seemed to agree and bowed to Garrett, which Garrett responded to.

Arriving in the Infirmary, Garrett found Rita and a young man arguing. The man was complaining that only Garrett could see his daughter.Many mutants had trust issues, even in this place of supposed idyllic peace. Garrett calmed him down and questioned him. He then dealt with several other patients and relieved Rita for a few hours to rest or do whatever she did. He looked in on Ali, who was sleeping in the birthing quarters. He checked her paperwork and it seemed she would be free to go soon. After sorting out several cases and catching up on mundane tasks like ordering and filing, he visited his computer for the inevitable message.

He was sorting through messages on his phone when the message came up. It was Hawley, of course. He seemed a bit off key, but not too disgruntled, considering he gave the go on the caper. His main concern was with Garrett's deviation from the plan of doing it off base. He simply asked that the gateway be purged once they returned in two weeks. Garrett replied with a message agreeing to all he had said, explaining the urgency to go and also explaining that Maya was fine and unless it was an emergency not to bother them until the two weeks were up. He said it nicely, but said it clearly.

Upon Rita's return, he told her to feel free to camp out in the office if she liked. This surprised and pleased her. He said he had a special guest and needed to return to her. Upon the mention of the gender, Rita smiled wide and enthusiastically sent Garrett on his way. He headed back down toward home, Maya's face and body returning to his mind at once. He longed to hold her and feel her touch again.

He entered the quarters and found that the bag was gone, indicating she was settling in. He heard some rummaging in the bedroom and went in to investigate. He found her items strewn about, no doubt from her wind buffets, as many other things were strewn about as well. He smiled a bit and walked up to her. She was in the midst of changing. Though she was mostly incorporeal, she had managed to get a skirt on, though her upper torso was still bare. It charged him with heat and energy immediately. He was determined to help her become solid one way or the other. " Hello, my love. Glad to see you are getting settled. Can I help you get dressed? Or undressed?"

She heard the soft whirr of an elevator and as soon as the door opened she felt his familiar shape, his familiar face. Even far away as she was, she knew the planes of his features and the gentle slope of the nose. She couldn't tell expression, but she knew it was Garrett. Only Garrett. She fumbled with the zipper on skirt, not bothering to hide or cover up. Not only was she mostly incorporeal but he'd seen it all already anyway. Maya had appropriately picked out a skirt since that was what Garrett had been most used to. Her skirt collection was pitiful now comparatively, but she'd always kept some around. Just in case. It looked like very few practical clothing items had been packed, but it would have to do. She aptly guessed that it hadn't been Jude or Garrett to shove her things into a trash bag.

Garrett stepped into the bedroom and there was a smile in his voice. "Hello, my love. Glad to see you are getting settled. Can I help you get dressed? Or undressed?"

She couldn't help but smile back despite her predicament and shake her head. "I'd like to see you try." Ghost smoothed her favorite white ruffled skirt awkwardly. Since the clothing was real or rather, more apt to be solid, it lay crisp and easily picked out against her blurred form. The effect was rather like that of a genie with smokey legs and arms except the smoke part was wearing a clearly distinguishable skirt.

"Does this uhh... look weird to you?" Maybe it was the material, or the regularity of use of her military garments that kept this particular effect from usually happening. "On second thought, don't answer that."

Not only did it feel strange, it probably looked peculiar. She supposed it didn't matter. These were the clothes she had, nothing overtly military had been packed and therefore the effect would be the same with these rarely used garments. Ghost drifted over the bed, attempting to choose a top. Once a suitable long sleeve shirt had been located she reached out to it injecting it with her power. It was all part of the routine by now.

"So- I don't guess that you had the good fortune of getting a concurrent vacation time, did you?" Ghost was actually very curious about seeing the colony and of course she wanted to be selfish and spend every moment possible with Garrett. She was just trying to gauge how many moments they might have.

As they spoke, the shirt began to loosen and blur much as Maya was. Eventually, some internal timer went off and she knew that she could now hold and wear the shirt. Maya slid her fingers over the loosened particles. It was cotton. She knew this particular garment was navy blue cotton with a slight ribbed pattern and yet she couldn't feel it. The texture, the tactile sense just wasn't there. She slid the shirt over her head and across her dissociated bits that were the makeup of her torso. Actually, wearing these unfamiliar clothes rather helped reign in her unbound fragments, but it still made her frown.

Garrett smiled in response to Maya's answer. He was glad she was keeping her head up with the circumstances of her condition and her new surroundings. He would do his best not to push her. He looked at the skirt on her and it reminded him of the old colorforms kits, where you could lay different clothes and items on a scene and move them around as you saw fit. She had asked him it looked weird. He wasn't sure what she meant. He disregarded her attempt to forget about it." You look fine to me. I think you've just been in those starchy uniforms for too long. Are you feeling better? You slept for quite a while."

He watched as she manipulated the shirt she had chosen. He was also not doing a good job of not looking at her body. He couldn't help it. She was his and he was hers. It was natural to admire a thing of beauty, especially knowing it was all for you. The shirt became a bit translucent. So, it seemed she had to sync up with more than just Jude, but everything now. He wondered about if it would work on a person. There were many experiments he needed to check on concerning her, but keeping things light and airy was the way to go for now.

"So- I don't guess that you had the good fortune of getting a concurrent vacation time, did you?"

"Well, in a way I did. I spoke to Hawley, ensuring you were fine and that we were not to be bothered for the two weeks were staying here. If that's a fair amount of time for you, of course." He knew Rita could handle may of the cases but he indeed would have to run things while she was here. But knowing she was close and safe was more than enough to straighten out any fears and anxieties he might have had.

He saw her frown at the look of her clothes on her. He walked up to her and cradled his hand under her chin. whether or not he made contact didn't matter. In her heart, she knew what he intended and she would feel it, he hoped. " If I have to tell you every day, I will. I love you the way you are, Maya. I want you to get better, to be more solid, but not for me. For you". He placed his lips on hers and concentrated his ability to the nerves where her lips were trying to be. He focused until he could feel them pressing back against his. Whether this was something in his mind, he couldn't be sure. But he wanted her to feel his love.

Maya arched her brow when he spoke of Hawley. She enjoyed imagining the look on Hawley's face when his perpetual thirst for information was stonewalled. Maya really appreciated that Garrett was being much more gentle and taking things at a careful pace. It made it that much easier to believe things were going to be okay. The worries of her previous behavior must have helped Garrett understand how mentally fragile she sometimes felt. She was doing better now. Hours of sleep and miles from probing psychics tended to improve one's outlook. It was rather nice to have her thoughts to herself again. Speaking of... "How long was I out, anyway?"

Of course he assured her that she looked fine, but she wasn't entirely sure that his opinion counted in that department. He liked her even after puking. What was a little clothing displacement after that? She indulged him as he stepped closer and ran his hand long the vapor of her neck. It felt a little silly as she really couldn't oblige in his touch.

"If I have to tell you every day, I will. I love you the way you are, Maya. I want you to get better, to be more solid, but not for me. For you."

She let a slightly rueful 'heh,' but didn't have time to argue. He was coming in for a kiss. Silly boy. She brought as much of her attention as she dared to spare up to her face and lips. She willed them to condense, to bond, to be solid. There was a strange tingling along the ridges of her mouth. It took her a moment to realize that they had actually connected for a moment and that strange feeling was just that... the tactile sense.

It was maddening.

She tried to put her arms around him and just became more frustrated. She breathed out a long and woeful sigh and refocused her attention toward her forehead. She leaned the semi-solid surface against his shoulder. "Do you think I want to be like this...?" She had a feeling that she might have cried has she had the capacity. As it was she just sounded pained and confused. "I want everything that comes with being solid. Color. Texture. You..." She looked up at him then and let her eyes tell him the details. "It's worse on days after I've delved deeply into my power... maybe if while I'm here I try not to..." she let the words trail off into the air between them. Without using her power in this form she would be more than helpless, but she was willing to try just about anything.

Garrett could tell from his attempt at a kiss that he had done more damage than good. Her state had to be incredibly difficult to deal with. He made a mental note to himself not to 'help' with sensation again unless she asked him to. " You were out for at least eight hours. I have worked a shift upstairs and such. I could surely use some shuteye." He stretched his neck and began taking the clothes from the bed and folding them neatly on the table.

He listened to her lamentations of her condition as she tried to embrace him but couldn't. He stopped what he was doing and sat on the side of the bed, listening and watching her. He cocked his head a little at her idea. He wasn't sure what would happen if she didn't use her power. Maybe she could explain fully and they could move on. " What would not using your power mean? Total ghostliness? Whatever will help you, do that. I know my hunger for you cannot be sated in the physical sense, but that's okay. I think if you were totally free floating it wouldn't matter, though we couldn't go up to the observation deck or outside of the Colony. You might literally blow away."

He slipped his shoes and socks off and rubbed his feet. Bed seemed so good to him at that moment. His sleepy eyes looked at her as he reclined back on the bed.

What would not using her power mean? Ghost watched as Garrett folded her things. It was really unnecessary as without help she would just end up strewing them all around again. She frowned, her headache wasn't fading. "No power means... a lot of help. I'd need someone to help me with essentially every menial task. It means no clothes, no food..." She watched Garrett settle into bed, his heavy lids drooping and she sighed. "So I can't say no power use at all. Maybe minor synchronizations only?" She settled into the general area next to him. "I'll keep thinking about it. Don't worry, I uhm - we'll figure something out."

Maya fidgeted. She would stick around until he fell asleep, but honestly, she had no idea of what to do with herself without Garrett. She couldn't read a digital clock, eat, or even push the button for the elevator. Well, not without damaging something with a gale-force gust and that was a little silly just for a teensy-weensy button. Besides, she was trying not to go too deep into her power. Even if she did manage to use the elevator shaft to go top side, what would she find there? Winds that would literally blow her away?

She had no itinerary to fall back on. No appointments. She would have loved to send a video communication to Gary with the X-force, but she wouldn't be able to see the screen to navigate anywhere let alone type in the correct information.

This wasn't vacation... It was hell.

Garrett woke refreshed. It had been a while since he had slept so well. He got up and walked around a bit, doing some stretching. He could see Maya floating around with a sort of frenetic quality. He hadn't thought about the fact that she couldn't really leave without him. If she wasn't using her powers, she probably couldn't have left the room even, not being able to push the buttons on the door. " Good morning or evening. Whatever it is. I'm sorry for leaving you stuck in here. I was very tired. I suppose you are ready to get out of here by now, eh?"

Garrett already knew the answer. He got dressed into his normal attire, pants and a shirt. He attached his ID to his lab coat as he put it on. He put his boots on. Boots. He enjoyed wearing shoes, but a place made out of ice didn't work too well with loafers. He made his way through the room, opening the front door, waiting for Maya to follow.