Rogue had never been to alternate worlds or timelines herself, but she knew they existed. The X-Men had encountered people from those alternate realities enough times for all of this to be somewhat easy to swallow, especially considering where she'd just come from. Resetting the timeline for her entire world? Kind of hard to ignore that as being real, when their hopes for a better life hinged upon it being so.

But despite doing her best to embrace this... whatever this was, she still could never had anticipated him being there. Her eyes widened as she drank in the sound of that voice and her heart literally skipped a beat as it became difficult to breathe. Four years. It had been four years since she'd heard that warm accent in anything but her mind, since anyone living had called her chere. The most heartbreaking thing, though, was when she turned to look at him and knew in an instant that he wasn't her Remy. He wasn't the man she'd loved and lost. He wasn't her husband.

"Both," she answered quietly, her southern drawl no longer as pronounced as it had once been, but still there in the smooth tones that were tinged with sadness. "Hello, swamp rat." Lord, how she'd missed calling him that.