The winds at Ororo command swooped under the falling man and placed him back securely on the bridge.

"What were you thinking, Remy?"

Remy lowed his head.

"Well Remy? What did you think you were doing?"

"Jumpin' off a bridge."

Storm threw her head up to the sky frustrated.

"Come on Remy, I am bringing you home."

She quietly turned and walked back to the house. Ororo couldn't believe what Gambit had tried to do. She was terrified at the thought that if she was only a second late her friend, her best friend would be gone.

"Remy, you had me very worried. Do you know that?"

No response.

She shrugged her shoulders, he must be ashamed of what he had done.

She turned to tell Remy that it was okay but... he wasn't there.

Storm frantically searched for him, then a few yards away she heard the sound that would reveal Gambit's location.

The water splashing!

"Now where do you think 'Ro went to?" Logan said as he carved his name into the table.

Jean looked up at him in horror, "Logan, that's a good table! Is that necessary?"

"Yeah it is. But you still haven't answered the question, Jeannie."

"Logan, she's probably talking to him. It's been a difficult day."

Sam quietly passing by the conversion, "Or the Cajun has a black hole in his room and people are getting sucked in as we speak."

The three of them laughed at the thought.

By the goddess, he jumped! He didn't follow me! He jumped!

Bulleting through the air, tears fell down her cheeks.

Why did I trust him to follow? Next time I am going to take him by the hand.

She quietly whispered, "If there is a next time."

The waves consumed Remy LeBeau.

Even if he wanted to swim to the surface he wouldn't be able to; coldness has numbed his limbs.

Quietly, he opened his mouth letting the waters overpower him.

In a matter of moments he found himself in a white haze. No longer was he able to tell up from down or left from right. He was in a complete state of vertigo.

Then everything went black.

Where is he? I need to find him!

In desperation, Ororo commanded the wind to part the river as Moses did the Red Sea.

There on the newly dried land laid Remy LeBeau.

Storm hovered down and knelt beside him.

He was lifeless, motionless, and Storm wouldn't except that from him.

"You will not die on me, Remy. I will not let you!"

She fiercely pushed down upon his chest as her tears streamed down her chin.

"Do you hear me, Remy? Come back!"

Quickly brushing his wet hair out of his face, she began mouth to mouth resuscitation.

"Breathe! Just breathe for me Remy, that's all I ask!"

Seconds crawled by like years in the moon's light. Storm continued even though all seemed hopeless. She worked harder when any normal and sane person would have given up. She wouldn't let her friend die.

"Please Remy, just breathe."

Ororo watched but nothing had changed, she had failed.

He was gone.

She cradled her friend's body into her arms and gently lifted up once again into the air.

Her tears rolled down her cheeks and fell upon Remy's face.

"...stormy..."

Storm landed immediately and placed Remy down gently.

"Remym was that really you?"

"...who else would it be stormy?"

She threw her arms around her wet friend and whispered, "Thank you."