The sun was setting the next day as Max rode to Foggle Towers. Logan had invited her to dinner again, and she suspected it would lead to another Eyes Only run. Once she arrived at the building, she stashed her Ninja and began climbing the fire escape. She was a cat at heart, and had always preferred it to an elevator any day. She would climb up to the roof and enter through a skylight of Logan's apartment. Climbing the last set of stairs on the top floor, Logan's floor, she glanced in his bedroom window.

Logan was there, and he had just gotten out of the shower. Max's jaw dropped as he took off his robe. She froze, gazing at his naked body. He was facing away from the window, so she was sure he had not seen her. She could see his front's reflection in the mirror as he began dressing himself, and she dared not move for fear of alerting him to her presence outside. As he finished dressing himself, Max said to herself, "Now we're even," recalling the uncomfortable memories of yesterday. She began to continue up the stairs slowly, her attention still focused on the window. Her foot slipped and missed the step, and she scarped her shin on the edge. She held in her yell, and prayed Logan hadn't heard the clanging of he metal. Peeping back in the window, she had just enough time to see him turn out of the room. Thank god.

She moved on up to the roof, chuckling lightly to herself, with a smug look on her face. She found the skylight and entered with very little difficulty, as she had practiced so many times in the past. "Hey," she said casually to Logan, hiding her little secret. He was sitting at his computer, facing away from her, playing some game with falling colored blocks. "Whatcha playing?" she asked. "Nothing," he replied, closing the program. He turned to face her. "Ready for dinner?" he inquired, smiling. "Sure," Max said eagerly, certain he hadn't spotted her earlier. "By the way," he began casually as they strolled down the hall, "How's your leg?"

Max halted and stared forward. He turned in front of her. He smiled, half accusing, half guilty. Max stuttered "W-what do... I mean, you could... No, it's-" She gave up, and blushed a bright red. "You must have forgotten that if you can see someone's face in the mirror, it means they can see you too," Logan said, beginning to blush a little himself. "I guess now we're even." He chuckled a little, and Max joined him. "So," he changed the subject they continued toward the kitchen, "what kind of wine would you like tonight?"