"Professor! Professor!" Ororo ran through the halls up to Xavier's office
and flung open the door. Xavier looked up as the white haired woman rushed
into his office.
"Yes Ororo?" Charles Xavier asked.
"Kurt's missing," She said breathlessly. Xavier immediately left to go to Cerebro.
"Ororo, I want you to get the team together, I'll try and find him using Cerebro." Xavier said.
"Jean and Hank said he should take it easy, and he disappears. That's not like Kurt," Ororo said. Xavier stopped right outside the door to Cerebro and looked up at her.
"Yes, but he's been through a lot in a very short amount of time, we can't expect him to act like the Kurt we all knew before," he said. Ororo nodded and the professor entered Cerebro, the door sliding shut behind him. Ororo immediately went to find the other X Men, and had them gathered in the hallway within twenty minutes, just as Xavier came back out.
"Well?" Logan demanded. "Where's the elf?"
"He's in town, at a bar." Xavier said. This took all of them by surprise.
"Kurt? At a bar?" Scott said.
"That's like Scooter at a wrestling match, it never happens," Logan growled.
"We need to get him back here, he's had a serious concussion among other injuries," Hank said.
"Jean, Logan, and Scott, please go get him back," Xavier said. The three nodded and immediately walked off, though Jean hesitated and caught the professor's eye for a brief moment. She had picked up on something else that the professor had seen in Cerebro. Rather, two some-things.
*****
"Hang on, petite, I need some'ore smokes." Remy paused and walked into a small shop.
"Alright, but no thieving Gambit," Milana hissed.
"Ouch, chere, you break Gambit's heart," Remy said, laughing. "Bein' on de lookout for ol' Remy to thieve." Milana also laughed and waited by the doors for Remy to buy his cigarettes.
"Common, we're almost there. They've got the best food you can find 'round here," Milana said. Remy hesitated.
"I dunno, Millie," he said. "I don' fit well in de 'ole school scene."
"At least stay for some food," Milana said, rolling her eyes. "Common, the only thing bigger than your mouth is your stomach."
"You're so mean to poor Remy," Remy said, chuckling. "But you're righ', maybe Remy comes t' de big mansion for dinner." The pair walked out of the shop, Remy, stowing the cigarettes in his trench coat but lighting one and placing it in his mouth loosely. Up ahead of them was the road that lead up to the mansion, Milana was almost home.
*****
"Hey buddy, you gonna drink that or just look at it all day?" The bar tender looked at Kurt, actually at the hologram from his image inducer that made the blue man look normal. Kurt stared at the drink in his hands and took a sip, knowing he shouldn't be here but not really caring. His mind was still on his daughter and what his teammates had told him, what he himself had seen in the halls of the White House.
There was no doubt that it was Milana they saw, none at all. She looked, smelled, and thought like Milana and the only other known shape-shifter had been standing next to her. Kurt had watched his only daughter take money from Mystique and then call to him, then leave right before a pre-planted bomb went off right in front of his face, the bomb she knew about.
'Vill you trust your instincts, or vot your friends say, vot your eyes told you?' Kurt asked himself. He downed the whole glass of beer as he realized the logical answer; his daughter, for whatever reason, had tried to kill him.
"Want another bud? You look like you could use it," said the bartender. Kurt nodded and watched the man poured more beer into his glass, once, twice, maybe Logan was right, this drink wasn't that bad.
*****
Milana and Remy stood at the edge of the woods, looking up at the mansion. Remy held his cigarette and whistled softly.
"Whoa chere, dis place isn' half bad," he said.
"No thieving," Milana said, grinning. She started to walk forward out of the woods when she noticed Remy wasn't following her. "What's wrong Rem?" she called. Remy shrugged and took off his sunglasses, also stowing them in a pocket.
"I dunno bou' this," he said. "Remy not good wid psychics, and dere be a whole lot o' dem up dere." Milana smiled.
"If you promise not to run off I'll go get some food then, and we can have a picnic if you're so afraid of the professor," she said. "Dad'll probably come too; I bet you'd like eachother." Remy smiled.
"You go and grab de food, Remy wait for you righ here like a good Cajun," he said. Milana rolled her eyes and once again started to walk up the lawns near the driveway. Up in the school she saw the garage doors open and a SUV drive out. Grinning she changed direction and walked closer to the driveway, waving at the silver car as it drove closer. Inside she could see Logan and Scott, Scott was driving, and someone else, maybe Ororo or Jean was in the back seat. Milana waved, and the car slammed on it's brakes.
*****
"Oh my GOD!" Scott yelled, grabbing the steering wheel and practically standing on the brakes. The car swerved and skidded sideways as Logan roared out in surprise and Jean shrieked. The car stopped, and the three X Men sat in complete shock. Milana was standing, looking shocked and worried, right in front of their car.
"It's her!" Scott gasped. Logan growled as he kicked the door open and jumped out, slamming the door shut.
"Logan! Wait!" Jean called.
"Hey Logan, what's wrong?" Milana asked.
"You sorry little bit-" *snikt*. Logan charged at a startled teenager and roared, swiping at her.
"What the?!" Milana cried, leaping to the side as she narrowly avoided the claws she rolled away. Logan spun around, the other three claws shot out. Scott and Jean jumped out of the truck.
"What's going on?!" Scott yelled. "Logan! Stop!"
"I'll kill her, I swear to god I'll kill her!" Logan yelled, jumping forward at Milana again. Again the teenager just barely avoided the first swipe, but the second ripped into her shoulder.
"What is wrong with you- ah!" Milana cried out.
"Scott, something's not right here!" Jean said urgently.
"Yeah, what the hell is she doing here?" Scott replied.
"No, I don't, she doesn't know why Logan's attacking her! Something's wrong- " her sentence was cut short by a small flash of yellow and then an explosion. Out of nowhere Gambit appeared, wielding his Bo staff expertly he lunged himself at Logan, who was taken completely off guard.
"Remy! No!" Milana yelled as Remy sent Logan flying with a powerful kick.
"Who the hell is that?" Scott said. Remy backed off, standing in front of Milana, glaring at Logan as another card appeared in his hand.
"Remy, no!" Milana said, putting a hand on her friend's shoulder. Remy turned around and looked at the long cut running across it. The wound was shallow, but blood ran down Milana's arm already.
"No one hurts Remy's frens," the Cajun said, his voice dangerous as he turned back to face Logan, who was on his feet and glaring at the man, his chest heaving and sweat running down his forehead.
"Stay 'way from Milana," Remy yelled at him, holding up his playing card at Logan. "Or you'll regret t'day, de day you met Remy LeBeau." Logan growled but Jean stepped in front of him.
"Stop it Logan, something's not right here, Milana has no idea why you're attacking her!" the red haired woman said.
"She betrayed us!" Logan roared. "She betrayed Kurt! And she comes back, smiling and waving? Like we were supposed to forget? Like Kurt wasn't almost KILLED?!"
"What?" Milana said, staring at Logan. She began to walk forward but Remy grabbed her good shoulder and she just gaped at the Canadian. Logan spat at her, but Jean pushed him back when they all heard a loud *BAMF*, and Kurt tumbled through the air and fell over right between the two pairs of mutants.
"Dad!" Milana yelled, breaking free of Remy's grasp and rushing forward. Jean, Logan, and Scott also ran forward, and Scott and Jean bent down to look at Kurt, who was obviously drunk, while Logan's face contorted with rage. He turned around and pointed his claws at the purple teen.
"You take one step closer and your hear will role before you can blink," the gruff man snarled. Kurt groaned and sat up, and Milana tried again to go to him, but Logan shoved her roughly away. Milana tripped and fell to the ground.
"Dad!" Milana shouted. Scott helped Kurt to his feet, putting one of the blue man's arm around his shoulders. Kurt looked up and seemed to recognize his daughter, lying on the ground and bleeding from one arm, and his eyes focused for a moment.
"Get avay," he said, his eyes narrowing as he was held up by Scott for support. Milana stared at him, speechless. Up from the direction of the school the front door slammed open, and Ororo, Hank, and a few of the older students including Rogue stood for a split second before Ororo and Hank took off running towards them.
"Daddy-" Milana said softly, here eyes pleading with the drunken man. But Scott pulled Kurt away. Logan growled and took a step towards Milana, but in a flash Remy was in front of him, Bo staff ready in his strong grip. Milana stumbled to her feet and backed away, then turned and ran back to the woods.
"Chere!" Remy called after her. The brown haired man turned around and followed his friend as Ororo and Hank caught up with the X Men.
"Was that?" Ororo said, staring at Milana's fleeting back.
"She's here?" Hank sputtered. "Did she attack you? Where is, oh no, let me see him Scott, *move*," Hank and Jean gently laid Kurt down by the car and began to examine him. "He's drunk!" Hank said. Jean nodded.
"What is going on? Was that her? Who was that young man?" Ororo asked, looking at the seething Logan and still-startled Scott.
"No time for that now, we need to get Kurt back in case he damaged something else," Jean said. Hank nodded and he and Scott put him in the car, Hank squeezed into the back and the other X Men got in. The car started and immediately headed back to the mansion.
*****
"Milana!" Remy cried out, looking around for the teen. "Chere! Where you hidin'? Milana!" Walking deeper into the woods the Cajun suddenly spotted a small bush ahead that looked like had been run into, a little bit of blood on the leaves. Hurrying forward Remy soon heard the sounds of Milana sobbing. He found her just ahead and dropped his Bo stick, kneeling besides his friend.
"Ah, petite, you don' 'ave de best frens, I tink," he said softly, sitting down next to her. Milana only cried harder as Remy pulled her into his lap.
"They wanted me dead! They were my friends! And dad..." she broke off as another wave of tears ran down her face.
"Aw, chere, hush," Remy said softly, looking at her hair. "Don' tink about dem, petite wit' Remy now. We're frens now, you don' need famly dat try'n kill ya." Milana didn't respond and Remy looked down at the cut on her shoulder. Anger flashed through his mind as he thought of how the short man had attacked Milana without warning. Remy had been watching, smoking in the shade of the trees and leaning against one of the trunks. He had watched Milana going to meet the silver car when it swerved, and the man had jumped out and charged the obviously confused Milana.
Remy had thrown down his cigarette and charged a card as he ran to help his friend, throwing the card and making it explode near enough to the group to startle them but not close enough to injure Milana, and then he had reached the fight after the short guy had gotten one good swipe. Then Milana had tried to stop him, and then the blue drunk had appeared out of nowhere, but Remy had stayed. In the short amount of time he had known Milana he had already forged a good friendship with her, even though they hadn't met before. But no matter how long he had known them for, no one attacked one of Remy's friends and got away with it.
"Common petite, we godda' look 't de wound," Remy said, taking off both gloves putting a hand on Milana's arm and wiping the blood off. "T' not dat bad, bu' we need ban'ges. Remy don' 'ave more money, bu' I'll get dem." He slowly got up and took off his trench coat, putting it over Milana. "You wai' righ' here chere," he said.
"You're gonna steal them, aren't you?" Milana said, using her good hand to wipe away tears and looking up at him. Remy nodded.
"Remy need t' go t'ievin'," he said. "Don' worry, Remy get de tings he need t' fix de lil' belles arm, be 'ere wen I ge' back, righ'?" Milana nodded and looked at the forest, in the direction opposite the mansion. Remy picked up his Bo staff and disappeared into the forest, going as fast as he could, he wasn't too comfortable leaving Milana alone that close to the mansion.
*****
Xavier knew everything before Scott and Ororo pulled Logan into his office. Logan stopped fighting when he saw the look on Xavier's face. The Canadian sat down and growled.
"She came back," he snarled. "That little slut came back."
"I know," Xavier sighed. Like Jean he knew something was wrong with what had happened, but Logan was too furious to listen. Scott also thought something was amiss, but he had carefully made his face expressionless.
"What do we do now?" Ororo asked.
"Go hunt that backstabber down and show her what metal knifes in her throat feels like," Logan muttered.
"Logan, cut that out," Xavier said sharply. Logan glared at him but didn't say anything else.
"I'm going to find out where she is," Xavier said. "Meanwhile I think we should all be on the lookout for her, or the young man that also came."
"Who was he professor?" Scott asked. "He called himself Remy LeBeau; he seemed mighty protective of Milana." Xavier shook his head.
"I don't know, maybe someone the girl met up with after she fled the White House, I really have no idea," he said. Then he turned and left, and the X Men followed him. Ororo and Scott went after Xavier down the hall towards the elevator, but Logan paused and turned around, heading the other way.
"Where are you going?" Scott asked.
"To my room," Logan growled, not slowing down. Scott and Ororo watched him turn a corner and then sighed, they knew as well as he did where he was really going. At his room Logan opened the window and jumped out, landing heavily but already up and walking towards the forest Milana had run into.
"Yes Ororo?" Charles Xavier asked.
"Kurt's missing," She said breathlessly. Xavier immediately left to go to Cerebro.
"Ororo, I want you to get the team together, I'll try and find him using Cerebro." Xavier said.
"Jean and Hank said he should take it easy, and he disappears. That's not like Kurt," Ororo said. Xavier stopped right outside the door to Cerebro and looked up at her.
"Yes, but he's been through a lot in a very short amount of time, we can't expect him to act like the Kurt we all knew before," he said. Ororo nodded and the professor entered Cerebro, the door sliding shut behind him. Ororo immediately went to find the other X Men, and had them gathered in the hallway within twenty minutes, just as Xavier came back out.
"Well?" Logan demanded. "Where's the elf?"
"He's in town, at a bar." Xavier said. This took all of them by surprise.
"Kurt? At a bar?" Scott said.
"That's like Scooter at a wrestling match, it never happens," Logan growled.
"We need to get him back here, he's had a serious concussion among other injuries," Hank said.
"Jean, Logan, and Scott, please go get him back," Xavier said. The three nodded and immediately walked off, though Jean hesitated and caught the professor's eye for a brief moment. She had picked up on something else that the professor had seen in Cerebro. Rather, two some-things.
*****
"Hang on, petite, I need some'ore smokes." Remy paused and walked into a small shop.
"Alright, but no thieving Gambit," Milana hissed.
"Ouch, chere, you break Gambit's heart," Remy said, laughing. "Bein' on de lookout for ol' Remy to thieve." Milana also laughed and waited by the doors for Remy to buy his cigarettes.
"Common, we're almost there. They've got the best food you can find 'round here," Milana said. Remy hesitated.
"I dunno, Millie," he said. "I don' fit well in de 'ole school scene."
"At least stay for some food," Milana said, rolling her eyes. "Common, the only thing bigger than your mouth is your stomach."
"You're so mean to poor Remy," Remy said, chuckling. "But you're righ', maybe Remy comes t' de big mansion for dinner." The pair walked out of the shop, Remy, stowing the cigarettes in his trench coat but lighting one and placing it in his mouth loosely. Up ahead of them was the road that lead up to the mansion, Milana was almost home.
*****
"Hey buddy, you gonna drink that or just look at it all day?" The bar tender looked at Kurt, actually at the hologram from his image inducer that made the blue man look normal. Kurt stared at the drink in his hands and took a sip, knowing he shouldn't be here but not really caring. His mind was still on his daughter and what his teammates had told him, what he himself had seen in the halls of the White House.
There was no doubt that it was Milana they saw, none at all. She looked, smelled, and thought like Milana and the only other known shape-shifter had been standing next to her. Kurt had watched his only daughter take money from Mystique and then call to him, then leave right before a pre-planted bomb went off right in front of his face, the bomb she knew about.
'Vill you trust your instincts, or vot your friends say, vot your eyes told you?' Kurt asked himself. He downed the whole glass of beer as he realized the logical answer; his daughter, for whatever reason, had tried to kill him.
"Want another bud? You look like you could use it," said the bartender. Kurt nodded and watched the man poured more beer into his glass, once, twice, maybe Logan was right, this drink wasn't that bad.
*****
Milana and Remy stood at the edge of the woods, looking up at the mansion. Remy held his cigarette and whistled softly.
"Whoa chere, dis place isn' half bad," he said.
"No thieving," Milana said, grinning. She started to walk forward out of the woods when she noticed Remy wasn't following her. "What's wrong Rem?" she called. Remy shrugged and took off his sunglasses, also stowing them in a pocket.
"I dunno bou' this," he said. "Remy not good wid psychics, and dere be a whole lot o' dem up dere." Milana smiled.
"If you promise not to run off I'll go get some food then, and we can have a picnic if you're so afraid of the professor," she said. "Dad'll probably come too; I bet you'd like eachother." Remy smiled.
"You go and grab de food, Remy wait for you righ here like a good Cajun," he said. Milana rolled her eyes and once again started to walk up the lawns near the driveway. Up in the school she saw the garage doors open and a SUV drive out. Grinning she changed direction and walked closer to the driveway, waving at the silver car as it drove closer. Inside she could see Logan and Scott, Scott was driving, and someone else, maybe Ororo or Jean was in the back seat. Milana waved, and the car slammed on it's brakes.
*****
"Oh my GOD!" Scott yelled, grabbing the steering wheel and practically standing on the brakes. The car swerved and skidded sideways as Logan roared out in surprise and Jean shrieked. The car stopped, and the three X Men sat in complete shock. Milana was standing, looking shocked and worried, right in front of their car.
"It's her!" Scott gasped. Logan growled as he kicked the door open and jumped out, slamming the door shut.
"Logan! Wait!" Jean called.
"Hey Logan, what's wrong?" Milana asked.
"You sorry little bit-" *snikt*. Logan charged at a startled teenager and roared, swiping at her.
"What the?!" Milana cried, leaping to the side as she narrowly avoided the claws she rolled away. Logan spun around, the other three claws shot out. Scott and Jean jumped out of the truck.
"What's going on?!" Scott yelled. "Logan! Stop!"
"I'll kill her, I swear to god I'll kill her!" Logan yelled, jumping forward at Milana again. Again the teenager just barely avoided the first swipe, but the second ripped into her shoulder.
"What is wrong with you- ah!" Milana cried out.
"Scott, something's not right here!" Jean said urgently.
"Yeah, what the hell is she doing here?" Scott replied.
"No, I don't, she doesn't know why Logan's attacking her! Something's wrong- " her sentence was cut short by a small flash of yellow and then an explosion. Out of nowhere Gambit appeared, wielding his Bo staff expertly he lunged himself at Logan, who was taken completely off guard.
"Remy! No!" Milana yelled as Remy sent Logan flying with a powerful kick.
"Who the hell is that?" Scott said. Remy backed off, standing in front of Milana, glaring at Logan as another card appeared in his hand.
"Remy, no!" Milana said, putting a hand on her friend's shoulder. Remy turned around and looked at the long cut running across it. The wound was shallow, but blood ran down Milana's arm already.
"No one hurts Remy's frens," the Cajun said, his voice dangerous as he turned back to face Logan, who was on his feet and glaring at the man, his chest heaving and sweat running down his forehead.
"Stay 'way from Milana," Remy yelled at him, holding up his playing card at Logan. "Or you'll regret t'day, de day you met Remy LeBeau." Logan growled but Jean stepped in front of him.
"Stop it Logan, something's not right here, Milana has no idea why you're attacking her!" the red haired woman said.
"She betrayed us!" Logan roared. "She betrayed Kurt! And she comes back, smiling and waving? Like we were supposed to forget? Like Kurt wasn't almost KILLED?!"
"What?" Milana said, staring at Logan. She began to walk forward but Remy grabbed her good shoulder and she just gaped at the Canadian. Logan spat at her, but Jean pushed him back when they all heard a loud *BAMF*, and Kurt tumbled through the air and fell over right between the two pairs of mutants.
"Dad!" Milana yelled, breaking free of Remy's grasp and rushing forward. Jean, Logan, and Scott also ran forward, and Scott and Jean bent down to look at Kurt, who was obviously drunk, while Logan's face contorted with rage. He turned around and pointed his claws at the purple teen.
"You take one step closer and your hear will role before you can blink," the gruff man snarled. Kurt groaned and sat up, and Milana tried again to go to him, but Logan shoved her roughly away. Milana tripped and fell to the ground.
"Dad!" Milana shouted. Scott helped Kurt to his feet, putting one of the blue man's arm around his shoulders. Kurt looked up and seemed to recognize his daughter, lying on the ground and bleeding from one arm, and his eyes focused for a moment.
"Get avay," he said, his eyes narrowing as he was held up by Scott for support. Milana stared at him, speechless. Up from the direction of the school the front door slammed open, and Ororo, Hank, and a few of the older students including Rogue stood for a split second before Ororo and Hank took off running towards them.
"Daddy-" Milana said softly, here eyes pleading with the drunken man. But Scott pulled Kurt away. Logan growled and took a step towards Milana, but in a flash Remy was in front of him, Bo staff ready in his strong grip. Milana stumbled to her feet and backed away, then turned and ran back to the woods.
"Chere!" Remy called after her. The brown haired man turned around and followed his friend as Ororo and Hank caught up with the X Men.
"Was that?" Ororo said, staring at Milana's fleeting back.
"She's here?" Hank sputtered. "Did she attack you? Where is, oh no, let me see him Scott, *move*," Hank and Jean gently laid Kurt down by the car and began to examine him. "He's drunk!" Hank said. Jean nodded.
"What is going on? Was that her? Who was that young man?" Ororo asked, looking at the seething Logan and still-startled Scott.
"No time for that now, we need to get Kurt back in case he damaged something else," Jean said. Hank nodded and he and Scott put him in the car, Hank squeezed into the back and the other X Men got in. The car started and immediately headed back to the mansion.
*****
"Milana!" Remy cried out, looking around for the teen. "Chere! Where you hidin'? Milana!" Walking deeper into the woods the Cajun suddenly spotted a small bush ahead that looked like had been run into, a little bit of blood on the leaves. Hurrying forward Remy soon heard the sounds of Milana sobbing. He found her just ahead and dropped his Bo stick, kneeling besides his friend.
"Ah, petite, you don' 'ave de best frens, I tink," he said softly, sitting down next to her. Milana only cried harder as Remy pulled her into his lap.
"They wanted me dead! They were my friends! And dad..." she broke off as another wave of tears ran down her face.
"Aw, chere, hush," Remy said softly, looking at her hair. "Don' tink about dem, petite wit' Remy now. We're frens now, you don' need famly dat try'n kill ya." Milana didn't respond and Remy looked down at the cut on her shoulder. Anger flashed through his mind as he thought of how the short man had attacked Milana without warning. Remy had been watching, smoking in the shade of the trees and leaning against one of the trunks. He had watched Milana going to meet the silver car when it swerved, and the man had jumped out and charged the obviously confused Milana.
Remy had thrown down his cigarette and charged a card as he ran to help his friend, throwing the card and making it explode near enough to the group to startle them but not close enough to injure Milana, and then he had reached the fight after the short guy had gotten one good swipe. Then Milana had tried to stop him, and then the blue drunk had appeared out of nowhere, but Remy had stayed. In the short amount of time he had known Milana he had already forged a good friendship with her, even though they hadn't met before. But no matter how long he had known them for, no one attacked one of Remy's friends and got away with it.
"Common petite, we godda' look 't de wound," Remy said, taking off both gloves putting a hand on Milana's arm and wiping the blood off. "T' not dat bad, bu' we need ban'ges. Remy don' 'ave more money, bu' I'll get dem." He slowly got up and took off his trench coat, putting it over Milana. "You wai' righ' here chere," he said.
"You're gonna steal them, aren't you?" Milana said, using her good hand to wipe away tears and looking up at him. Remy nodded.
"Remy need t' go t'ievin'," he said. "Don' worry, Remy get de tings he need t' fix de lil' belles arm, be 'ere wen I ge' back, righ'?" Milana nodded and looked at the forest, in the direction opposite the mansion. Remy picked up his Bo staff and disappeared into the forest, going as fast as he could, he wasn't too comfortable leaving Milana alone that close to the mansion.
*****
Xavier knew everything before Scott and Ororo pulled Logan into his office. Logan stopped fighting when he saw the look on Xavier's face. The Canadian sat down and growled.
"She came back," he snarled. "That little slut came back."
"I know," Xavier sighed. Like Jean he knew something was wrong with what had happened, but Logan was too furious to listen. Scott also thought something was amiss, but he had carefully made his face expressionless.
"What do we do now?" Ororo asked.
"Go hunt that backstabber down and show her what metal knifes in her throat feels like," Logan muttered.
"Logan, cut that out," Xavier said sharply. Logan glared at him but didn't say anything else.
"I'm going to find out where she is," Xavier said. "Meanwhile I think we should all be on the lookout for her, or the young man that also came."
"Who was he professor?" Scott asked. "He called himself Remy LeBeau; he seemed mighty protective of Milana." Xavier shook his head.
"I don't know, maybe someone the girl met up with after she fled the White House, I really have no idea," he said. Then he turned and left, and the X Men followed him. Ororo and Scott went after Xavier down the hall towards the elevator, but Logan paused and turned around, heading the other way.
"Where are you going?" Scott asked.
"To my room," Logan growled, not slowing down. Scott and Ororo watched him turn a corner and then sighed, they knew as well as he did where he was really going. At his room Logan opened the window and jumped out, landing heavily but already up and walking towards the forest Milana had run into.