Ororo had learned that it was very different to fly with wings as it was to use air pressure to fly. It would have been easier to count the number of times that she'd got it right, instead of crashing.

She'd given up and decided that she'd needed a break. As she opened the door, her mind had been on her predicament and not on the red fox that just ran into her. "Mack?" No, that was dismissed almost as soon as she'd said it, he had three tails and not one like this one. That meant probably a wild animal that had got trapped inside the inn. Ororo stepped aside to let the fox pass. "Hope you find your home."