So... Yeah. After another fight for their lives, the X-Men hiding out at the renovated Weapon X facility (or Charles Xavier's School For Gifted Mutants) have a second to catch their breath. After so much urgency and, y'know, attempted murder, it's gratifying— in theory— to let up on the action. The actual result is just... kinda boring. (Spoilers follow.)

The writing hasn't suffered, these are still definitive and separate characters. It's just... nothing much happens, this issue. Angel and Laura (X-23) go for a date. Laura asks him "Why do you like me?" because she has the emotional maturity of a teenager. That fits, this version of Angel is a teenager. Yes, I know about Laura's past. I know that she's putting it behind her. When they can't ID why they like each other (hint: it's called chemistry, just go with it), they ask each other what their teammates are up to. Answer: They don't care.

And that right there is why it's next-to-impossible to give a crap about this chapter. The characters are taking it easy. Beast, Iceman, and Mindee Stepford are having a picnic in the snow. Jean's getting her first psychic training session with Emma.

The only thing of importance in any of this: Jean knows that she should be going crazy in her circumstances, and she knows that the others are on eggshells because of it, and it's not helping.


And Kitty Pryde's on a date. Sort of. It's... I love Kitty as much as the next fanboy, but this is entirely inconsequential.

Almost nothing happens. Jean and Emma bury the hatchet and become friends. They resolve their differences. Like responsible adults. I don't know how much of this I can take!

Lo and behold, Older!Bobby and Older!Beast arrive with Storm, to collect some X-Men for the reading of Professor Xavier's last will and testament. The end.


I love this series, but this has got to be the single dullest issue, hands down. Nothing happens. It's gorgeous to look at, of course, because Sara Pichelli and Marte Gracia know what they're doing. But... it's a complete yawn. Hopefully, next month will be back to disasters and destruction. Fingers crossed!


Casey Jones is a writer and VO artist. He would never wish disaster on a real person, that's what fiction is for.