Mister Sinister nodded to himself. It was a pity he didn't have a few more of James Madrox's duplicates in storage, but, ahh, what could you do? The genetic modifications he had made should force the duplicate to become a new Prime but there was only one chance of success here, and if this failed... ahh well. The genetic samples from the duplicate might be enough to clone him again, he supposed.
In any case, upon review of his original notes and research he didn't feel the need to alter anything, and feeling no need to wait any longer, Mister Sinister keyed the sequence which would open the stasis chamber and revive him. He watched on as the doors open, and his aides pulled out James Madrox's fourteen-year-old body. A restorative and medicine was administered and shortly he opened his eyes.
"Where... where am I?" Jamie asked.
His throat felt dry, and his body cold. What was this place? And who the heck was that freaking looking, serious pale skinned guy over there?
"Welcome back to the world of the living, James Madrox," said Mister Sinister. "We all hope you can stay with us for awhile longer."