Kristoff checked the repairs to the security systems, now that all the actual walls of the Baxter Building were finally intact again. Kristoff had regretted their inability to assist in the most recent manifestations of the crisis, after the attack that took Franklin, they'd had to secure their home and hadn't been able to leave the noncombatants that vulnerable until they could, at which point the conflict itself was already over. Good for the Avengers, the X-Men, SHIELD, and some apparent newcomers. It had been all the FF could manage to look after their own.

He checked on the others.
Cassandra was in bed as per the doctor's instructions. Scotty was with her in their suite talking to her; she'd had difficulty letting him out of her sight after everything that had happened recently.

Franklin was asleep, sedated, in his room. He had a lot from which to recover, having no chance to rest after his previous breakdown before the attack, his kidnapping, brainwashing, and combat participation. He was going to get that rest by force, all the more so because even when freed of the brainwashing, he did not yet have his blocks back in place.

Valeria was much occupied with Franklin's condition and dealing with her parents. None of this had been easy on her, either.

Andrea...Devel. Andrea was in her room. He couldn't possibly fathom what her recent experiences had felt like.

Next he checked the shipments for equipment he was trying to make available in the pinpointed parts of the world most ravaged by flood, drought, or contamination in the past few weeks of crisis.

And between each of these checks, he would go back and check again, and again, and again, on the machine running every possible scan through worldwide detection and positioning systems for any sign of his brother.

Day after day since he'd set it up, it had run constantly, and turned up nothing.
Until now.