Kitty liked going out. She didn't like things trying to kill her, but she did like seeing what she was facing, and she liked finding supplies that she thought might be useful to someone. This room didn't seem like it'd have much at all, though, and she was about to turn back when she saw the images begin to form.

There was a pool, and a hulking male figure sitting beside it, looking totally lost. Immediately Kitty knew what it was: it was the night Illyana died, when her brother Peter hadn't been able to get back in time. He'd arrived back not long after and had to be told, and then everyone was so concerned about telling him they were sorry and trying to help that no one would leave him alone. It was only a moment before Kitty, only a few years you get than she was now, showed up and slowly walked over, sitting down next to him. And then without saying a word, she just wrapped her arms around him, and he hugged her back, and they just stayed like that, not talking.

She knew it'd go on like that. She hated that she saw this, too, because it was a twofer in personal pain. Illyana was gone, and this was when Peter started spiraling, and soon enough he'd be gone, too, taking it upon himself to prevent what happened to Illyana happening to anyone else.

And now Kitty had graduated from annoyed to seriously mad. There had to be something In a room she could punch, right?