It was always times like this that Paige Guthrie wished her siblings could see her boyfriend. They always missed the brilliance to him, the way he shined when he did something as simple as try and cook supper for her which turned into drawing a bath and plans to escape for a few days. She'd nearly fallen asleep in the tub, her exhaustion trying to take over and force her body the rest it desperately deserved but each time she closed her eyes she kept seeing Sammy laying dead in front of her.

Maybe Cable was right. Maybe she did need his help in taking the images away so she could finally rest. Paige didn't want that to happen though. She didn't want that man in her head, didn't want him messing with her mind. She knew Sammy wouldn't like it and she didn't think Jono would approve either. Paige needed to figure out another way to finally get some rest. Hopefully Jono's idea of a roadtrip would help.

Paige wasn't sure where they were headed and truth be told once he started the car and they exited the mansion grounds she didn't care. It was almost as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders by that alone and she curled up on her side as best she could in the passenger seat.

"Thank you," she murmured, and closed her eyes, hugging her stuffed dog tightly. This just had to work.

Paige Guthrie has no clue how to seduce a man. Suddenly she wishes she'd paid attention to Ms. Frost more when they were at the Academy. Wasn't her former teacher supposed to be the expert at that? Paige was certain she had been taking notes on the wrong thing. Calculus, physics and advanced English Lit were absolutely no help in this arena. She could buy a million sexy little pajamas and high heels and still have no idea what she was supposed to do while actually wearing them.

Obviously she was the world's worst girlfriend.

Not that she was even trying to seduce her boyfriend. God. When had everything become so complicated? Though, really had it ever been simple? And where was her best friend when she needed her around to talk to and get some advice? Off with Wolverine. Typical. Paige needed to have a talk with that man about him taking Jubilee away for long periods of time. It was never allowed to happen again. Three days maximum or at least phone service!

How Jubilation Lee was handling being away from working cell service was beyond Paige. She had a feeling Wolverine wouldn't be doing that again. Not when the girl could talk his ear off at the best of times. Without anyone else around to chat up he would be Jubilee's main target. Paige almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

Paige took her time making her way to Jono's room, organizing her schedule for the next day in her head. She was trying to figure out exactly when she had to wake up in the morning. Maybe she'd skip out on her five-mile run in the morning. Everyone deserved a break.

Contemplating the ups and downs of missing one day of exercise, Paige knocked on his door and waited for an answer.

Paige Guthrie had never run from anything in her life. She preferred to meet problems head on and figure out a solution. Problems involving people were harder and needed to be dealt with in a more delicate matter than when she fixed a computer error but she used the same philosophy to conquer both. In her opinion there was never any point in beating around the bush and that was why she was standing outside of Jono's new room.

It was best if she got the "hellos" and "how are yous?" done as quickly as possible so she knew where they stood. Of course with Jono she never really understood where she stood. Paige was determined that was not going to happen this time. She would be strong, she wouldn't back down. She was going to make him talk if it killed her.

None of that determination could explain why she'd fussed with her hair for nearly an hour and changed clothes more times than she wanted to mention. Her bed was covered in discarded clothing, none of them quite what she'd wanted. Then, after she'd slipped into a slinky little dress she'd bought with Jubilee on a lark she'd been so disgusted with herself that she'd changed into a pair of old gray sweats and pulled her hair into a ponytail.

And so that's how she was when she knocked on his door and then crossed her arms, hoping her heart wasn't pounding as loud as she thought it was.