Mike sat in a corner of one of the many gardens that surrounded the institute, trying to fix his cuff link on his sleeve. He was never good at this dressing up thing, and longed for a comfortable pair of jeans. The day was perfect for Joseph's wedding, but some sense of dread filled him. He remembered his father's stories about bad stuff always happening when big events happened with the X-Men. He finished hooking the little clasp, stood, smoothed the wrinkles with a little oxygen power, and started to walk towards the congregation.