<br/>As she pushed her head upward to meet the bright blue eyes of the once African Goddess, she just stared up at her. Her eyes leaking with tears, leaving them red and puffy, with streams down each cheek. Effigy listened. She heard the females voice but she didn't know if she believed it just yet.  Her tears stopped and her breath came in slow and deep before she finally relaxed some.  How could she not know her name? This wasn't who she thought it was. It couldn't be.<br/><br/>Again the young Summers child knew she was somewhere else. Some time else? Her lips pressed together as she tried to take it all in. The machine she used... it did something. She was here now. With people she thought were dead or just alien to her. Her soft blonde hair fell around the dark woman's hand as she glanced down slightly then back up again.<br/><br/><strong>"You are real. But you are not her. You are not Storm as I knew her."</strong><br/><br/>The tone of her voice was sad and hollow. It was easy to see the young woman had seen a lot in her short life. She had experienced pain and loss like most humans would never see in an entire lifespan. The child of Emma and Scott Summers was a miracle here. A miracle for her own dimension. A miracle of survival, and a quick thinking, fast moving miracle at that. If no one realized that, she did. She knew she should be dead, however she was here. Here, with a large headed guy who resembled those baseball bobble-heads and a female who looked uncannily like her former X-Men Mentor, or one of them at any rate.<br/><br/><strong>"My name is Effigy. I am from a place where no mutant lives now. None survived, save myself."</strong>