Xaviers!

Gideon had done some preliminary investigations into Chase's old school, but he'd hit a wall trying to find anything about Chase specifically. After a couple more attempts he gave up and pulled up the number for the school.

"Better than hopping a flight to Hong Kong," Gideon said as he dialed the number for Chase's old school.

"Thank you for calling South Island School," said a pleasant, cultured female voice with an English accent.

"If you would like to proceed in English, press one." It was apparently a recording, and continued in an impressive array of language options.

Eventually through the menus Gideon reached ... "For Administration, press three."

After pressing three, he was asked to hold and classical music began to play.

"South Island School Administration, how may I help you?" asked the cheery man with a light Chinese accent who picked up a few minutes later.

"This is Professor Gideon Rede from Xavier's University in England," Gideon said, "Was hoping you could help me track down some records of one Chase Delacroix who was attending your school and after a lengthy absence is now attending our University here."

"Just a moment sir..."

Gideon could hear typing.

"Last attended about four years ago?"

"Should be around that point though students aren't always dependable when it comes to times, dates, and so on, eh?" Gideon said, "We were hoping to get copies of his records sent over to us, so that we can finalize a few admission items on our end."

"Just send a request form to our fax number and we'd be happy to... hmm? The file is flagged for some reason. I'll need to ask someone about that before I can help you," he said, sounding apologetic.

"Its not a problem," Gideon said, "I'm sure you can understand though that we would very much like to know why a student's file would be flagged in such a way."

"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about sir. Please hold a moment."

After quite a few moments, a different voice came on the line.

"If this is a sick joke, it isn't funny," the gruff voice said defensively.

"I'm not known for my sense of humor," Gideon said, "I also certainly wouldn't be calling from England on a lark either given the cost."

The man was silent for a moment.

"The Delacroixs were friends of mine. If you've really found him..."

"He found us," Gideon said, "I take it his parents are dead then."

"Yes, and I thought he was too. His... was the only body never found after the accident."

"Can you tell me about the accident at all?" Gideon asked.

"He didn't tell you?"

"His memory was damaged," Gideon said.

"Oh... that explains a lot... poor kid."

"But are you sure it's him?"

"Well, after a few sessions he remembered your school and his last name," Gideon said, "I'm reasonably certain but children aren't generally in the system for me to do a DNA test, eh."

"I could positively identify him if you sent me a picture."

Fortunately every student had their picture taken for their IDs and Gideon had access to that system, so after a few keystrokes he pulled up a picture of Chase.

"I do have one of those," Gideon said, "I just need someplace to send it."

"Right. Send it to j wen at south island dot edu."

Gideon sent the photo toe the email address.

"You should have it shortly," Gideon said, "Hopefully this will prove to you that I'm not trying to yank you around."

"I see it."

After a pause, the man said, "That's him alright... I'm sorry I doubted you."

"The dead rise so very rarely," Gideon said, "Now the question is if I can have his records."

"Yes. I'll personally see to it that you get them."

For once this has gone smoothly

"Thank you, I look forward to receiving it and reviewing it with Chase," Gideon said before providing contact information to the school administrator.

"You wanted to hear more about the accident?"

"I did if you don't mind sharing information about it," Gideon said.

"Frank... Mister Delacroix... was invited to take a small trip on his boss' yacht, him and his family. They were caught a sudden storm and the wreckage was finally found a week later. Until now there were no known survivors."

"Do you know who employed Mr. Delacroix?" Gideon asked taking some notes as the administrator told the story.

"A software developer called Infire that's since gone out of business."

"Do you know anything about the work that he did for Infire?" Gideon asked.

"Only that he worked with mobile apps."

"Did you know anything about or ever meet the owner?" Gideon asked.

"No, I'm afraid not."

"Alright," Gideon said, "Do you know if there was any other family at the funeral or settling the estate?"

He sighed. "No... no there wasn't. Poor kid."

"At the very least there are lots of people here who will understand what he's going through," Gideon said.

"Your organization gets a lot of kids from bad situations doesn't it?"

"Given how most of the world treats mutants is that really surprising?" Gideon said.

"No, not at all."