Sometimes things do not go according to plan. This is a universal fact. No one escapes this bit of information, not even Logan Fell. It is the reason Caroline Forbes is sitting in the passenger seat of his car, very much unharmed.
"My house is that way," she says as she points in the opposite direction to that which he is driving.
Logan nods. "I know that, Caroline," he says, only mildly annoyed.
She raises an eyebrow and asks, "Then…why are we going this way?"
The question is so very Caroline, so very like the little girl he used to baby-sit when he was in high school that he smiles almost genuinely before answering very truthfully. "Because you had to be likeable enough that I can't just kill you like I intended, so now I have to find a way to make your mother think I did kill you." His eyes widen when he realizes what he's just told her. "I didn't mean to say that," he says.
"Let me out of the car, Logan," she says slowly, her lower lip trembling.
Logan shakes his head. "I can't do that," he says. "You need to come with me."
"I want to go home," she insists, trying to open the passenger side door while the vehicle's in motion.
Logan sighs. Once again, he remembers little Caroline Forbes. The precocious little girl in a pink and yellow dress who threw a fit the first time he babysat her because he wouldn't let her have a tea party.
He pulls over on the side of the road. "Look at me, Caroline."
He supposes she's preconditioned to respond to the familiar tone and does so, her lower lip trembling. "I don't want to die," she whispers.
"And I don't want to kill you," he says, "so we're going to go to a secret place where you're going to stay for a while. You're not scared anymore, Caroline."
She blinks. "I'm not scared anymore," she repeats, her voice eerily monotone. She sits back and blinks once more before turning to him and smiling. "So, where are we going?"
Logan continues driving in silence, assembling in his mind a new and better plan.