**Remy:

Remy suddenly woke up in a new place.

It was dark, terribly dark. So dark that even his sensitive eyes could not pick up any light.

The floor felt like wood this time, he was thankful it wasn't concrete.

He crawled carefully, trying to find the edge of his prison.

As his hands felt the smooth wall, he stood up.

He walked along the wall until he found a corner, then followed it completely around.

He discovered that the room wasn't that big.

He also never felt a door.

The room was empty.

The room was dark.

When he was confident that he was alone, he sat back down and pulled his knees to his chest.

He hated the dark, it unnerved him. He was normally never in the dark, his eyes making it possible for him to see even in the darkest of conditions as long as there was some sort of light.

Here there was no light.

He couldn't help wondering how long he would be forced to stay in there.

How long had he already been in there?

He tried to stay calm as he pulled his knees closer.

He named all the colors he could think of to occupy his time, first in English, then in French, then any other language that he could recall.

He repeated with numbers.

Then curses.

He tried to stay calm.

He wasn't claustrophobic, but as more time pass, he could have sworn that the walls were closing in on him.

Asleep, awake, he could no longer tell the difference as his torture continued.

He pounded his fists upon the wall at one point, hoping that someone would take pity on him.

He was alone.

He screamed, but as he was forced to hear his voice echo around him he stopped.

He tried to imagine he was somewhere else.

It didn't help.

He was thirsty, so thirsty.

His head felt light and he almost welcomed the feeling.

His stomach ached, from hunger or terror he couldn't tell.

It was dark.

He walked across the tiny room often.

His hands explored the walls religiously hoping to find some difference, a hope of a door.

A hope for a way out.

He screamed again.

It was dark.

He was scared of the dark.


**Logan:

Logan awoke determined.

He had a goal, finding Creed.

He wanted answers, and he wanted them now.

He would begin his search immediately he had decided, finding Creed could take some time.

He walked into the kitchen, duffle bag in hand, determination radiating.

Jean and Scott were already seated at the small dining area in the kitchen that was mostly only used for breakfast.

He didn't want to talk to them, he was done talking.

It was time to start doing something.

He had only been back a day, one day, and he had sprung into action quicker than they could even decide that what they had done was wrong.

That troubled Logan.

More than making Logan angry, it troubled him that the X-Men could fall so quickly, so hopelessly.

He would find some answers.

"Logan," Jean said his name as he was about to exit through the door to the garage.

He knew what it looked like, he wasn't hiding the fact that he was once again leaving. He had no reason to stay; he had a reason to leave.

"I'm not sure when I'll be back," Logan replied without turning around. The real answer was that he didn't know if he would be back.

That depended on the answers he found.

"Don't do this Logan," she persisted, "we need you."

He turned at those words, his emotions were still confused.

"I gotta go," he admitted, it was the truth.

"The X-Men need you right now," Scott admitted looking him fiercely in the eyes.

He paused uncertain.

He had already chosen to leave; he didn't plan on changing his mind. Unfortunately Scott's admittance had made him pause.

He shook his head, "I have to go," he repeated and turned around to the door once more.

"Where are you running to?" Scott blasted.

"I'm going to find some answers," he replied threateningly.

"Logan," Jean tested.

He turned back around for her, still determined.

Maybe he should have used the front door.

"Will you be coming back?" she asked startling him.

Was he that easy to read?

He shrugged his shoulders; there was no reason to lie.

"Once you find what you are looking for please come back," she requested.

"Take care of Ro," he suddenly felt the need to tell her.

"Of course," she replied.

"I have to do this," he admitted.

She nodded.

He quickly turned and opened the door.

He never paused as he heard Scott say, "Good luck."

He wasn't sure how long the search would take. He guessed a few weeks. It might be hard to find the man.

A few hours into the search left Logan apprehensive.

He had picked up Creed's trail almost immediately, which felt wrong, very wrong.

Why would Creed be leaving a trail?

Logan's determination forced him to continue following the leads, even if they were leading him into a trap.