Dragon walked slowly into the small shop. It was full of people as wasn't sure if he was going to fit. He was vacationing from Arizona and was loving it. He hated the dessert and the dry heat. He walked over to a shelf and browsed through the small trinkets.

A young man began to walk along the steets, he had never been to Times Square, he only wanted to find something. He was carrying a big dufflebag/backpack. He never went anywhere with out it, he felt his arms, making sure he had his knives. He felt safe with them. His eyes were looking at people. He had herd of the X-men, and of the Xavier Institute, but he didn't think he fit in.