Jamie Madrox, Multiple Man, had never attended Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, nor had he ever been one of the X-Men. In fact, barring the treatments following his confrontation with the Fantastic Four ages back and a few scattered visits over the years, he hadn't spent much time there at all. But he'd always been observant -- the detective's license was only a piece of paper to confirm as much -- so when he rolled out of bed and onto the floor, greeted by the simultaneous groans of three dupes, he knew precisely where he was. He even knew to some degree why he was where he was. What he didn't know, however, was who else had been sent along with him.

"Talk about itty bitty living space," remarked one dupe, stretching his arms above his head. "Seriously, dude. We need to look into getting a bigger head."

Madrox bit back his annoyance and simply extended a hand as he wrenched open the door, absorbing all of the dupes in one go. They'd each only had less than a minute's worth of memories, but the experience was disconcerting enough after having gone almost two months without to give him a moment's pause. Fortunately, their voices quieted soon enough, and before he knew it, he was already storming through the hallway, on the lookout for anyone who'd been on the island, and coming up with lies to tell should he run into anyone who hadn't been.