Time flowed gently through Loren's private spacetime estate. No upheaval across the worlds disturbed it, no mortal danger shadowed it. Each dawn and dusk brought fresh breezes, blooming flowers, and the quiet comfort of home.
Seven full days had passed since Loren and 2B rescued Jean Grey from the desperate peril of a spacetime rift in New York.
For Jean, who had spent years hunted through an apocalyptic hellscape, those seven days were her first real chance to lower her guard and escape despair.
Day after day, the estate's unique primal energy and gentle spacetime currents seeped into her battered body, depleted reserves, and chaotic Phoenix Force, healing her wounds and exhausted mind.
Every injury the Ultimate Sentinel had inflicted healed. Her bones and energy channels were restored, and the Phoenix fire that had nearly gone out flowed through her once more, warm, pure, and vast.
That supreme power, among the greatest in all the worlds, steadily regained its former strength.
Her spent telepathic power also settled, regained its balance, and revived in this peaceful refuge. It no longer surged chaotically on the verge of collapse.
Freed of blood and grime, and no longer pale with near-fatal exhaustion, Jean Grey's breathtaking beauty returned.
Her eyes were clear, her features striking, her skin radiant, and her figure tall and graceful.
A faint orange-gold glow unique to the Phoenix Force surrounded her. She carried an otherworldly air, tempered by deep gentleness and resilience.
After seven days of rest, she had recovered her full fighting strength. Body, abilities, mind, and inner power were whole again. She was once more the X-Men's strongest Mutant at her peak.
Life at the estate remained as gentle as ever. Its twenty extraordinary women treated her warmly throughout, without a trace of distance or suspicion.
They all knew