She couldn't sleep, but that was becoming routine. She made her way downstairs, to the rec room, settling in front of the TV. There wasn't ever anything on, but the background noise was comforting. Her eyes traveled up her arms, sweeping back down to her hands. They were bare, but it was night time, and she was alone.

But in a way, wasn't she always alone? Always separated, always standing alone, cut off from the others. She ran her hands over her arms, a faint laugh parting her lips. She'd be the only one who could ever do this to herself. Her hands, on her arms, on her face, on her breasts.

She sighed, and tried to stop thinking about it, because it was just depressing.

For a little while longer, she stared vacantly at the television. Part of her wondered where Jones was (wasn't he always here?) but maybe he'd found another TV. Or they'd put one in his room. Or something.

Fingers lifted, twirling the white streaks of her hair, before she clicked the TV off. She sat alone in the darkness, letting the quiet settle around here.

She realized she must have dozed off at some point, because soft voices awakened her. They weren't in the room with her, but just outside of it. It sounded like...like Dr. Grey, and Professor Munroe. Cautiously, she eased off the couch, silent as she could be, creeping to the door of the rec room, to hear better.

"We can't keep doing this," 'Ro's voice in a low hiss.

"No one will know."

"Someone will find out..."

"Shh. We can always blame the kids."

They were quiet. Rogue eased forward, barely biting back a gasp of surprise.

So that's where all the junk food went!