Scott Summers looked over the open window of the home that he once had shared with his wife, Jean. But his bed was warm now. Their marriage was long gone. It's kind of hard to carry on a relationship with someone who is dead.
He loved her more than life. But with this most recent battle with the Phoenix force had left them all drained, especially him, after all, he had to stand there and watch as jean had automatically turned on the beta beam, and disintegrated herself.
He knew that it was best all around, for the being known as the Phoenix force that was contained inside of Jean, was a ravenous brute who wanted nothing, except to satiate the hunger that was raging inside of her.
It was Jeans mind that had finally prevailed over the Phoenix force and that had allowed her to do what was necessary and pull the trigger on the laser beam that had finally ended her life, shooting a beam of pure energy across through her forehead and liquefying her brain.
If he'd wanted to do so, the man known as Cyclops could have done just that thing. But his wife had known him, and had known exactly how and when he would react. She had known that he would take every known possibility to man to try and stop her from carrying out her plan so she had taken the best route possible and had frozen his mind, letting him watch, but rendering him basically a statue.
He watched as the yellow beam had shot out of the Shi'ar death ray, and vaporized his wife where she stood.
