As she took the creaky steps up to the front porch, Rogue pondered the possibility that they'd been Ported out as well. Maybe something had glitched and they'd somehow retained their memories, but she and Knock Out were from different universes. It would make far for more sense for the Porter to have sent her to his universe than back to her own since it effectively no longer existed, at least not in the way she'd left it. But for so many of those variables to so perfectly align — the odds were too great to be true.
Knocking on the door, she waits a few seconds, listening closely for any sound of life within. A second knock, louder this time, and then she calls out, "Hello? Is anyone home?" It's only when no one responds that she tries the door, finding it serendipitously unlocked. With a glance back at Knock Out, she slowly steps inside, calling out again. "Hello?"
Silently begging the pardon of the unnamed occupants, she moves further into the house, past a well-worn but cozy living room and to the phone hanging on the wall next to the kitchen. It's old-fashioned compared to all the gadgets they're used to in the Porter cities but it makes sense to find such in a place like this. Quickly dialing the number for Hux's phone, she frowns at the message stating it isn't in service. The number for their office is answered by an employee at a pizza shop asking whether the order was for delivery or takeout.
Her hand stills before she can dial another number, her gaze catching on a newspaper lying folded on the kitchen table beside an empty coffee cup. A single word in the main headline sends ice down her back, and her hands shake as she returns the phone to its cradle. It's with a very firm grip that she grabs the paper and hurries back to the front door.
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Knocking on the door, she waits a few seconds, listening closely for any sound of life within. A second knock, louder this time, and then she calls out, "Hello? Is anyone home?" It's only when no one responds that she tries the door, finding it serendipitously unlocked. With a glance back at Knock Out, she slowly steps inside, calling out again. "Hello?"
Silently begging the pardon of the unnamed occupants, she moves further into the house, past a well-worn but cozy living room and to the phone hanging on the wall next to the kitchen. It's old-fashioned compared to all the gadgets they're used to in the Porter cities but it makes sense to find such in a place like this. Quickly dialing the number for Hux's phone, she frowns at the message stating it isn't in service. The number for their office is answered by an employee at a pizza shop asking whether the order was for delivery or takeout.
Her hand stills before she can dial another number, her gaze catching on a newspaper lying folded on the kitchen table beside an empty coffee cup. A single word in the main headline sends ice down her back, and her hands shake as she returns the phone to its cradle. It's with a very firm grip that she grabs the paper and hurries back to the front door.