She'd needed sleep and food. Using her powers meant that her metabolism went haywire and here, if she started dropping weight, she might not be able to put it back on. Not like she could run to McDonald's and just scarf the menu.

One of the direwolves had followed her out, back to the generator. Jubilee settles onto the grass, taking a deep breath. Her powers spark along her nerve endings making everything far more vibrant, far more alive than it had been.

Her fingers tingle, waiting for that moment when she can release her powers, and get them all the hell home. She's counting on the Doctor to drag her with, since she's pretty sure she's going to be unconscious at the end of it.

She's wearing her bright yellow coat, her pack on her lap. Jubilee looks down at her hands and peels off the fingerless gloves she always wears. Her fingers flex, staring down at the circular scars on her palms. Jubilee tucks the gloves into her coat pocket.

This had better work.