"//But I have that within which passeth show, These but the trappings and the suits of woe.//" The psionic voice comes suddenly from the shadows beside the doorway and Jono's figure slowly slides into the sunlight. He blinks a couple of times, as if afraid he might crumble into dust at the sun's touch. His hand comes up to shield his eyes and he stares down at the book Ororo has put to one side with a blank expression. He really does seem to suit the words he just quoted, and almost tangible air of misery around him that the sunlight and cloudless day cannot dissipate. He hovers there, his hands thrust into the pocket of his heavy jacket and he watches them closely, then says vaguely, "//Hamlet. Not quite the Tamin' of the Shrew but it's the first thing that came to mind.//" He shoots Fatale a sharp long and says abruptly. "//It's Jonothon. The name's Jonothon.//" (Quoted from: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/xtp-logs/message/117) Thanks to Daz3d and their fantastic group of artists for Micheal 2.0, Michael