Rogue dropped her toy car. It rolled under the machine and stopped. A soft hum filled the air.
She frowned at the XL-10 bottle on the table. It shimmered like it was waiting.
Rogue picked up the bottle. The label stuck to her palm—wet and sweet like candy.
She thought about Gambit. He’d know what to do. But he wasn’t here.
Rogue took a sip. Her arms grew long and heavy. She blinked slowly.
She tried to lift the car. Nothing happened. The machine whirred louder.
A green flash lit the wall. Rogue laughed—it bubbled out, bright and loud.
Rogue pushed the car away with one finger. It bounced softly. She smiled.