Later that week, Logan left with the girl. Her stitches were out, and no scars were evident. She was very quiet. "So, where do ya live." Logan felt almost as akward as Alexia the girl, must of felt. She didn't look up, or respond. "DId ya hear me kid?" "Y-yes. I did sir." "No need to call me sir kid." "Alright." She sighed. Logan walked to the bike, and she sat in the empty seat. She sighed again, and a delicate tear rolled down her blue cheek. Logan looked at her and sighed himself. He thought of Rogue. His little sister, in every sense of the word. A lost soul, and now, another lost soul. Why is it that all the lost souls come to him. The most unchild friendly in the world. Maybe it's to conquer that animalistic rage. Maybe. He sped through the town. The girl was awake, and smiling. Well, it was half a smile. "So. Are you married Logan sir." "Ex the sir thing kid." he said. "Ok." She whimpered. "No kid. I'm not married." "No kids then, Logan?" He winced. "None to speak of." She looked quizzically at him. "Why are you asking so many damned questions kid?" He growled. She looked at him in horror. Logan didn't see it, but he should of. "You need to let the private matters stay private kid. I don't like bein hounded." He snapped at her with a growl. "ok." She cried. Logan stopped. Nature was calling. "Stay here kid. That means DON'T MOVE!" But she did. When he came back, she was gone. "SHit!" He yelled. Then he knew why she was gone. He'd been too harsh with her. Reality bites. He saw her black jacket disapear into the woods. He chased after her into the underbrush. "Kid! Kid! Wait up!" He racked his brains for her real name. "Ah! ALEXIA!" He shouted. Suddenly, he lost sight of her. "Kid!" He screamed. He stopped. SIlence, and in that silence was tears. Crying. 'Oh crap! She's crying!' He thought. 'I made a little girl cry.' He felt guilt stream through his conscience. There he spotted her, under a huge fir tree, crying. "Kid. Hey Alexia. She got up, but he grabbed her shoulder and sat her down. "Kid, why ya cryin'?" He knew. He knew all too well. "Ah'm sorry Logan. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be so stupid. 'Onest." He felt into her trap. Sitting next to her, he held her like he held Rogue so long ago, in the train. She wept. He felt her salty tears fall onto his pants. She brushed some of them away. "Kid.....I'm, a, I'm sorry." Logan gulped. "I didn't mean to lash out like that." The girl sat up. She looked at him, her eyes filled with tears. He brushed some of the ones that had falled, away. They walked back to the bike in silence. The air was thick and cold. They rode in into the darkness, back to Xaviers, back to people that could help this lost lonely soul find a body and a life to come home to. She was sleeping. The air was blowing her red hair back into the wind. He felt like he knew her, like she was connected to him somehow. How? That's the question Logan is dying to answer.