Logan Howlett was sitting in the kitchen of the X Mansion. He was trying to read, but he couldn't concentrate. He kept having a flash back. He kept thinking about this 15-year-old girl he gave a ride too six years ago.

He remembered her so clearly. Yet, he found himself trying to picture what she'd look like now. She'd be twenty-two. Her looks would have matured. Maybe she wouldn't be as shy either. She wasn't shy when they went their separate ways. That was when they got to New York. She was 17 then.

The last thing she said to him was "I'm no kid" as she walked away. But compared to him, she was a kid. She was always going to be a kid. She said to him that she couldn't stay in a place longer then six months. The trouble is, he thought he saw the other day. Walking into a therapist building?

He tried again to read his book, but he couldn't concentrate. It had to be her. He needed a drink. Not to mention get away from the brats. It was 11:00pm, past curfew and he couldn't stand listening to them saying that he's not around and he couldn't hear them sneak about.

So he walked on out. He was going to a bar he heard was good. He heard everyone talk about it whenever he was walking down the street.

COYOTE UGLY.