Logan left the Mansion quietly, his old backpack slung over his shoulder. The gravel crunched under his feet as he approached his truck. He looked back towards the Mansion, and saw a light flicker on upstairs. A moment later, she appeared at the window. She was in her nightgown, her hair pulled back except for the white streaks, which were hanging around her face.
She and Logan caught each others eyes, and a sad frown came over her face. She pressed her currently bare hand against the window.
Logan winked and nodded to her. She frowned deeper and looked down, her eyes staring at the floor. Then she was doing something with her hands.
A moment later, she held up a piece of notebook paper with rough, black words scrawled across.
Come Home Soon.
Logan nodded and put his fist over his heart in a silent promise to her. Then he threw his stuff in the bed of the truck, got in the driver's seat, and left.
He watched behind him as her light flickered off, and then he looked straight ahead at the road again.
He had no idea where he was going. He just needed to get away for a while. Get away from the kids, from the noise – from her memory, which still lingered, bittersweet, at the school. He couldn't come to terms with her being gone, and every time he thought of it, he went into a rage inside himself. The whole place reminded him of the woman he had loved; the smells, the sights, the people. One more day dealing with Scott, and he'd gladly jump off the Baxter Building.
After thinking for a moment, Logan turned his truck around. He drove back to the Mansions garage and entered the security code, granting him access.
Logan approached Scott's Porsche Boxster Convertible. Without a second thought, he popped his claws, and stabbed each one of Scott's tires. Satisfied, he went back to his truck, and left the estate.
He left Westcheser, then New York. He just kept driving.
Where would he stop?