Post by Quicksilver on Apr 24, 2006 16:02:45 GMT -5
Once in his room the white-haired mutant began piling things infront of his door. Heavy things, and hoped Wanda may just think Fred fell asleep infront of the door. Then maybe she'd go away, oh yeah and then they could all live happily ever after in a land of magical ponies. He was dead, and he knew it.
