Three candles.

One for each person Paige Guthrie has lost to conflict. Her fingers tremble as she strikes the match, lighting the first one. Long and white, it seemed the perfect one for Clarice. She'd barely known the girl but that hadn't stopped the young mutant from sacrificing herself in order to save all their lives. She'd blinked away the Phalanx and doomed herself to who knew what. Paige knows that if she could have Clarice would have come back. The fact that she never did can only mean one thing.

The second is a swirl of colors, mimicking a rainbow and reminding Paige of the aura that Everett had seen. The sweet boy from St. Louis who only ever wanted to help. Another person who sacrificed himself in order to save others. If it hadn't been for him taking the bomb and letting it kill him who knows how many of others would have died.

The third is the most important to her, a small gray candle. She'd been unable to believe she could find one that color but she figures her City Mouse would have wanted it that way. His death had been the cruelest. Crucified on the front lawn and left to die. She'd nearly lost two friends that day and is eternally grateful that Jubilee had been spared.

Paige doesn't want to think what life would be like without her best friend. It's hard enough when the girl is away on a road trip but at least she knows she'll return. Clarice, Everett and Angelo are gone forever. They can only live on in the memories of those who loved them. Paige means to never forget. As one of the lucky ones it's the least she can do.