She couldn't believe it. She honestly couldn't believe she found it. Margaret was able to register the energy signatures of two very familiar souls. The years spent trying to find everyone only to come up empty handed or near death trying to save them...it jarred her spirit. Her beautiful face preserved from her abilities slowing down her aging, her long dark hair brushed with dirt as her once sapphire eyes, blind and scarred from her accident years ago, were bloodshot and tired from nearly two days of traveling. A grimace curls her lips as she pressed her hand more against a wound on her side, the blood dripping through the cracks of her fingers as the red river stained the fabric of her clothes. Gradually crossing the barren sands of Mexico, Margaret's eyes honed in on a building not too far in the distance, catching a glimpse of a few figures in the distance. "Logan..." she breathed, forcing herself to keep walking as her hat flew off her head, caught by the string dangling around her neck, her poncho fluttering in the winds as the sun beat down on her. Her throat was dry, parched from little water over the past couple days. "Logan..." she called out again with a weak voice, staggering as she struggled to run faster. "Logan..." @oldmxnlogan
