Hank got in his car and drove to the site. The cabin was easy enough to find. It looked the same as when they left it two days ago. From the outside anyway.

Hank walked along the perimeter. Nothing strange so far. All of the windows were covered, but that was probably due to Logan's paranoia.

There was loud clatter and a metallic scratching around the back of the house. He raised a brow. "Did they leave the TV on or something?"

The scratching continued, along with some rustling and rapid movement.

"Hello?" he found a back door and entered. Something small jumped at him and ran past to the forest. It was just a raccoon that was scrounging through the garbage. He shook his head and looked around, reaching for the light switch. The lights came on and revealed the cabin was a mess.

He stared. "Oh my..." He began looking around. There were papers screwed about, doors open, and sheets all over the floors. There were some pill containers, missing labels. He searched through them looking for something significant.

As he searched the lights began to flicker. He looked up. Maybe the raccoon chewed through something. The longer he stayed the more the lights flickered. He found a flashlight and flicked it on in case he lost the lights. Which they soon did.

He sighed and shined the light around, looking at the pill bottles. The wind began to pick up outside the cabin. He felt a slight tingle of fear down his spine, but kept searching. He walked into one of the bedrooms.

The bedroom was almost untouched. But it had a drawing on the bed. It was of a tall man with a suit and of a child holding its hand.

Hank looked. Well, this was odd... He'd have to ask Victor if Logan was drawing. He folded this one and put it in his pocket.

The lights began to flicker again, coming on temporarily, and then going back out. Hank saw one of the mattresses pressed against the wall and went over to look.

Hank looked at the drawings on that wall, they were interesting. He tilted the mattress forward. They were well colored and some even had two other figures that appeared to be 'playing' with the child.

Hank finished searching and left that room. There wasn't much of anything else around the room. As he turned to go to another the light flickered and the wind picked up.

He shivered, almost certain there was something watching. It must be the wind, it was creating an infrasound.

The rooms echoed with the noise for a minute but soon everything calmed. Hank shook his head and walked to the living room. There was the sound of rushing behind him. He quickly turned.

There was a figured rushing toward him. It was wearing all white and a mask that was halved. The half that was seen was the white and blank like the rest of the figure. But it was coming fast.

He gasped and ran towards the door. It hurried to him as he tried to escape. As the lights flickered the other side of the mask could be seen. It was concealed by the blackness of the dark room.

Hank stumbled and tripped over something, then kept running.

As he ran to the door one hoped down from the roof and looked at him, mask matching the other but reversed.

Hank woke up in his car, away from the Cabin. The sun was preparing to set. He shook his head. That was odd. He must have fallen asleep on the way and had a dream.

Hank sighed, he'd come back later. He drove back to where Hulk's house was.

Victor was eating Salisbury steak that he'd fixed for them. Cooking for Hulk was like being in the army again. Logan ate quietly, huddled in a corner.

Hulk felt bad for him and offered him a fluffy thing, a stuffed dog from when he has to babysit the Power Pack.

Logan glared at it and cut its head off with his claws.

"Logan!" Victor glared, "That wasn't nice. What's gotten into you!" he sighed and cleaned it up. He'd either buy a new one or find someone to fix it. Probably buy a new one.

"I'm not a kid, Victor! I don't need a dmn stuffed puppy!"

"Well stop crying and throwing tantrums every two minutes!"

"I'm telling you, I didn't do that!"

"And I'm telling you that you did!"

Hulk just sighed. They were forever fighting.

Hank watched them. "Well, I visited the cabin. There were some strange things... has Logan drawn anything?"

"Not that I know of," Victor shrugged.

"There were a lot that I saw..." he checked his pocket. It was empty. He raised a brow and felt his other pockets. All empty, except for things he'd had prior to being near the cabin.

He furrowed his brows. "That's odd..."

"What?"

"I had taken some things from the house, but I seem to have misplaced them..."

"Hum," he finished his food.

"Perhaps I dreamed the whole thing then..."

"Sleeping on the job, Doc?" Victor asked as he got himself some more, offering Beast some.

"Well I admit I don't sleep as much as I should... I had the oddest dream, though..."

"About anything in particular?" He told him about the masks. "Sounds like what Colossus said he saw."

"Colossus saw something?"

"Yeah, him and Jimmy were screwing around and then they came running home complaining. That's when Jimmy had his nervous breakdown."

"Maybe I should go talk to him."

"Go on, apparently I'm here for the night."

"I will see you tomorrow then."

"Good bye."