Later that night, Logan was roaming the mansion sleeplessly. When he came to a dorm hall on the second floor, he picked up the sound of a familiar voice.

Anna.

Logan followed the sound of her voice down the dark hallway, to a closed door on the left. He got as close as he could to the door without touching it, straining to hear.

"It was weird," he heard her say. "I mean, I'm still pissed, but when I saw him I felt this huge sense of relief. It's stupid, that I actually worried about him all these years, because he's practically indestructible. But in an irrational sort of way I was just so glad to see that he's all right."

Then, there was silence. He realized she was on the phone.

"I mean, I'm sort of indebted to him, you know? For passing on his healing gift to Zoe. God knows it's saved her more than once."

His stomach twisted.

The next time Anna spoke, her voice was muffled, as though she'd lowered her head.

"There's something else. You know how he doesn't age? I am 32 years old and yet he doesn't look a day older even after all this time."

A pause.

Then, she exclaimed, "Are you laughing? Cass, this isn't funny!"

Later, "There were about ten thousand thoughts running through my head when Xavier told me he was here, and one of them was 'Fuck, he is most likely still going to be as sexy as hell, and I am now at a point where, if we were normal people, it wouldn't be socially unacceptable for me to find him attractive, except for the fact that was basically my father for seventeen years. And also he's probably as old as fucking time. "

…

"Shut up, Cass." A second later - "Wait. Can you hang on a second?"

Logan straightened up, a second before the door opened and he found himself face-to-face with the girl who'd just called him 'as sexy as hell.'

"Seriously?" she said, referring to shameless eavesdropping.

"What?" he responded. "I don't know what you're talking about. I was just taking a walk."

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah. This is, uh, a really scenic…hallway."

"All right, well you go take your walk, and if I catch you sneaking around again, I'll make you help me grade papers."

"How did you know I was out here?" he asked.

"Oh, God, stop," she said, screwing her face up. "It's too bizarre, you not knowing these things about me. I - basically, I can feel people whenever I lower my controls, which I did just now."

"Huh," he said.

"Jesus, you're different," she muttered, eyeing him. "No offense, but could you go away because being in your presence is seriously freaking me out?"

"Thanks," he said.

"'preciate it," she said, before shutting the door.

It took Logan a few seconds to get started again down the hall. He desperately wanted to talk to her. To figure out who he'd been. But since that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, he took off aimlessly, wandering the halls for a few minutes. Then, suddenly, an idea struck him. He started for the kitchen.

Once there, he rummaged through the drawers, careful not to make too much noise. Finally, he found a phonebook. He skipped to the yellow pages, and flipped to the B's.

Bars and Pubs.

Brilliant.

*Also, I know that in X-Men Origins, Will I Am played a guy who could manipulate electricity, but I came up with this concept before I saw Origins, so he's got nothing to do with Anna.