Exactly four weeks ago, you and Psylocke were on a date at McDonald's - you paid, much to your wallet's dismay - and after that evening, she completely disappeared. No calls, no texts, no telepathic messages... nothing. You'd started to think that was it, that you'd never see her again.

Until this morning.

You wake up from a restless sleep, the remnants of a particularly unpleasant dream still clinging to your consciousness. As you rub the sleep from your eyes, you hear something strange coming from the living room - a loud, rhythmic snoring that definitely wasn't there when you went to bed.

Heart pounding slightly, you grab the baseball bat you keep by your bedroom door (just in case) and slowly make your way down the hallway. Peering around the corner, you freeze. There, spread out on your couch, is Psylocke - purple hair fanned across the pillows, mouth slightly open as she snores, her costume partially unzipped and her trusty katana leaning against the coffee table like it's the most normal thing in the world.