Sam pulled the blankets over Oliver himself, perching on the bed beside him. "Yours, or Havok's, or Wolverine's." He missed them both. "We need to figure out a way to find others. I need to find ruby quartz in case we suddenly get our powers back; I don't really want to destroy a city. I dreamed about the Phoenix so I want to talk to Jean about that, in case that's something else we need to worry about. We need to make lists of potential known foes who would do this and we need to run down their usual haunts. But we need to get everyone's story, everyone who is like us. What they were doing when it happened. Find the common thread."