This takes place a year before the film, in 2028.

Logan looked around, hoping to see him. The street he was in was silent and lacking in people, which was surprising, considering where he was. Anyway, he knew that the man he was looking for worked here around here in a corner shop. Kurt had told him before he...

Logan shook his head, trying to not think of his friend. Or Rogue, Bobby, Ororo, Scott or Jean. Or any of the others. He had to focus. He had to find him, which proved easier than he had anticipated when he heard yelling.

"All right, all right!" the albino mutant shouted as he was thrown out of a building, nearly falling over. Logan watched him glare at the person who had threw him out, who shut the door to the building quickly, before looking away and pausing when he saw Logan.

The one hundred and ninety-six year old mutant observed the younger mutant for a second, before making his way towards him. The latter stood there, obviously confused and frightened. After all, Logan rarely brought good things with him.

"Caliban." Logan said to him once he was close enough.

"Logan." the mutant tracker replied, looking at him warily.

"I suppose you heard about what happened two weeks ago." Logan said, though he obviously knew Caliban had. Everyone had heard what had happened, though Caliban was likely one of the few who suspected who was really responsible.

"Yeah. Kurt teleported into my room before he died." Caliban answered. "So what can I do for you?"

"I have a job for you. Involving the professor." Logan began, but before he could continue Caliban began marching away. "Wait!"

"No fucking way." Caliban shouted. "Get someone else Logan."

"There isn't anyone else. Everyone is fucking dead, in case you missed that!" Logan shouted at him. "Everyone who I could trust to help me is dead. Everyone who could help me is either dead or someone I don't trust. The only one left is you!"

"Well, I don't want to help a psychotic nut look after the most dangerous person alive." Caliban shouted back. "So goodbye and good luck!"

"Caliban!" Logan shouted, becoming desperate. "I need your help!"

Taliban paused, obviously surprised. After all, everyone knew that Logan never admitted that he needed help. He may imply it, but never actually say it. So if he admitted it, it meant he really was desperate. Slowly looking back at Logan, Caliban let out a reluctant sigh.

"Let's talk." Caliban finally said.