Unaware of the inner turmoil that's currently plaguing him, Kitty's mind wanders as she stands in the shower, remembering their shower together earlier that morning. She's still surprised that things have escalated so quickly, given that they had been little more than acquaintances - at best - only two days ago. She expected things to take a lot more time, and yet here she was, finding herself slightly sad that her husband isn't able to join her now if they wanted to do anything later tonight.

She couldn't imagine how difficult things must be for him. Rogue had described it once as being a prisoner in your own body, but even then it was difficult for her to really grasp what that kind of loneliness must feel like. And as much as she wants to help, there's only so much she could do.

But she would try. If she's able to do anything at all, then she would try.