The Friends of Humanity had done it again. A jet full of very disgruntled and aggravated X-Men flew over the city towards where the group of hateful and dangerous humans was wreaking havoc. Wolverine had had just about enough of their crap, and was going to have to try extra hard today not to actually kill any of them. The Black Bird hovered over the buildings a block from where the police were trying to fend off the Friends of Humanity. The X-Men disembarked, and rushed to help. The police had set up a road block, defending a group of what were undoubtedly terrified mutants (who had probably just been out shopping in the city). It was a relatively short struggle, the overwhelming power of the X-Men causing the Friends of Humanity thugs to scatter. As was usual, Cyclops, Jean, and Storm approached the group of mutants they'd been defending, and told them about Xavier's school, and then extended an invitation to come stay there, where it was safe for all mutants.
Wolverine snickered darkly under his breath when (as was usual) the mutants declined the offer. He'd never know why they kept asking other mutants to join their freak show. Suddenly, Wolverine noticed something; one of the mutants, a young woman, caught his eye. He'd seen her somewhere before, a long time ago. As he approached her, her scent confirmed his suspicions.
He walked up to her, and they shared an awkward five seconds of staring at each other.
"Do you know me?" Wolverine broke the silence.
The young woman looked at him scroutinously, then abruptly,
"Nope." She turned and went to follow her mutant friends away.
This nose doesn't lie, Wolverine thought, I have to know where she's from.
He followed her and decided to try to flush some answers out of her.
"You're from Canada, aren't you?" he said.
She stopped, and turned, looking a little suspicious of him,
"Yes. How did you know?"
"I can always spot a fellow northerner." He said offering a smirk. Lucky guess; that worked better than he'd planned. Further discussion about their respective roots in Canada lead Wolverine to deduce that she may have been a bigger part of his past than he'd originally thought. Apparently she felt the same way,
"Wolverine was it?" she asked.
Wolverine was about to tell her to just call him Logan, when he caught himself.
I still don't know who she was to me, telling her my real name would probably not be a good idea.
"Yeah," was all he said.
"Is your "school for mutants" open to visitors?"
"Compared to the "visitors" we usually get, you'd be a blessin' darlin'."
She smirked in response, "Whatever that means. I'll stop by sometime soon, Wolverine. It seems you and I have a lot to talk about."
As they both walked their separate ways, she called after him, "Oh, by the way, my name is Lana."
Wolverine wracked his mind for anyone named Lana, but still there was nothing.