Logan brought the storage bin inside his apartment, and then he carefully picked up the baby. The way it was dressed, he guessed it was a girl. She was wrapped in a faded pink blanket, and wore white sleepers with a pink bonnet. He looked inside the bin, moving the blankets for any clue as to where the sleeping baby could have come from. At the very bottom, Logan found a package of diapers, a change of clothes, and a piece of yellow paper with a short message typed on it.
'McKenzie Alexandria. September 10, 2020. Please do not put her in a foster home or an orphanage. I know you are the best person to take care of her.'
There was no clue where she could have come from, or why.
"I can't even compare handwriting, to see if you belong to anyone I know, but you're five months old, anyway." Logan said to the baby. She was starting to stir, so he took her into his bedroom. He took off her bonnet and noticed what hair she had was sandy blond. She looked warm so he unwrapped her from the blanket, and then he noticed the smell.
"Well, Miss McKenzie, I guess it's time to change your diaper, but where?" He quickly looked around the room, but didn't see anything but his nightstand. The only thing he could think of was his Exercise table, so he took her there, grabbing the diapers, a roll of toilet paper and her change of clothes on his way by.
Logan set McKenzie on the table, and then sat on it himself. Then he stopped.
"I don't know how to change a diaper. Well, it can't be that hard. Great, now you're talking to yourself!"
He took the baby's pajamas off, and she slept on. 'Good' Logan thought. He looked at the diaper, seeing how it fit; to be sure he got the new one on right, and then pulled the tabs.
"Gross!" The smell that rolled out of the diaper almost made Logan retch. He quickly folded it up, rolled it in toilet paper, and threw it towards a garbage can that sat in the corner, just making it in.
'Thank God for basketball.' He thought, trying to clean the baby as best he could. He then put a new diaper on, it looked a little crooked, but it would have to do. The new clothes were another story. McKenzie started to wake up just as Logan tried to dress her, and she started squirming. He couldn't get the clothes on, so after ten minutes, he gave up and wrapped her in a towel that had been on the table.
They got off the table, Logan trying to balance the baby and clean up the mess at the same time. She started to go back to sleep as Logan remembered his forgotten dinner, so he took her to his bedroom again and laid her in the centre on his large bed, hoping she wouldn't move that much should she wake up again, then he went in search of his dinner. Which he soon discovered sat on the table, stone cold.
Looking at the clock, Logan discovered it had been over an hour since he had first found McKenzie. He picked up the plate and took it to the microwave, just as he was taking the now warmed dinner out; he heard a shriek from his bedroom. It continued like an old day air raid siren. The plate of food crashed to the floor as Logan turned and rushed down the hall to his bedroom. McKenzie was crying, loudly. He picked her up and tried to calm her, but it didn't work. She continued crying, he knew she had a clean diaper, maybe she was cold. So Logan wrapped her in the towel, and a blanket. Still she cried.
"Now what?" Logan asked no one in particular. He tried to think of who could help. No one in the building, maybe Mrs. Moreno, but he didn't want to bother her. "Original Cindy!" He yelled.
Making his way to the phone with McKenzie screaming all the way, he thought of Max's friend. He hadn't seen her in almost six months. She blamed him for Max's disappearance.
"Hopefully she'll help." Logan said as he dialed the number...

To be continued...