Very suddenly, young Jamie Madrox was aware that something was wrong. He'd not awoken next to his mother; for one, his mother's name was Joan, not Layla, and she sounded much older than the girlish voice that had answered. He moved away from the body pressed at his back with a start, getting tangled in a mess of sheets as he turned to face the girl -- Layla.

He'd never seen a girl before, at least not in person, but then, their farm never saw many visitors at all. The experience was a novel one, and awe momentarily overrode fear, his eyes widening as he stared at her.

"Who are you?"