Just south past the downtown area, the transport truck slowed to a stop at a railroad crossing near an apartment complex. A figure stepped down off the back of the truck, a hood pulled low over its head. The person supported another figure, maybe someone who had overdone it the night before was now passed out cold. Walking slowly with its heavy burden the person stepped between two buildings and quickly disappeared into the mist.

A single pane of glass from the window was gently removed and a hand reached inside and opened the doorknob from the inside. The figure shouldered its burden again and slipped inside. The apartment looked as though it had been uninhabited for some time.

Max laid Logan down on the bare floor and he opened his eyes.

"Max…Eva. I don't know where she is. We've got to find her. I let her go…I didn't know what else to do." The words tumbled over each other as he started to sit up.

"It's okay, we've got her, Logan. I tried to tell you on the truck, but you were too out of it. She's fine. I saw her at Sebastian's. She got herself out. She did what you taught her."

He closed his eyes again and sighed, letting his head fall back against the floor. He covered his face in his hands, speaking through the mask his fingers made as he rubbed his temples.

I can't believe you're here. I thought I was dreaming."

"Did you try to shoot at me in your dream too?" Her voice came too sharply as she tried to cover up the shakiness that had crept into it. She leaned on the wall next to Logan. The image of the body and the overturned wheelchair in the alley flashed in her mind again.

"I guess I'm not too trusting of my dreams. I've had some pretty nightmare-ish dreams in my day." Logan shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. "I thought I'd never see you again.

Gingerly, Max trailed her fingertips down to rest on Logan's head.

Suddenly, he reached up for Max's hand and pulled her down beside him. He took her face in his hands and kissed her lips, her cheeks, her hair. Her hair. He buried his face in her brown curls and kissed the nape of her neck.

"You know how much I've missed this hair?"

"Just the hair? Or the rest of me too?"

As they pulled each other down onto the cold, dusty floor, Logan reached his hands under Max's shirt to touch the fiery skin that seemed to burn his fingers. Neither of them spoke, as hands, fingers and lips became reacquainted again, their kisses kindling a fire which had lain dormant since Max had left. Max blew an errant wisp of hair back from her face and paused to raise an eyebrow at Logan. The room seemed to have warmed by several degrees. Gently, Max laid Logan's head in her lap. He was quiet.

I've let you down, Max. I think Eyes Only is finished…." Logan started, but his voice trailed off.

Max laid a finger on his lips.

"There's time for that tomorrow."

In a moment, he was asleep.

She took a cheap cell phone out of her bag and started dialing.