Thanks for the review! Sorry this chapter took so long, i had a busy holiday!

Not another word was spoken the entire trip back. They landed to little fan fair and walked off grumbling and moody, each to there own separate corners leaving Don standing alone in the hanger. He wasn't entirely sure what to think, the afternoon had been an uncomfortable reminder that this was not his world.

After a moment he realized how silly he looked just standing there and headed off down the hall. He felt more unnerved now than he had the first time he had woken up here, everyone seemed so grim and serious and he had no idea why. Well that wasn't entirely true some of the team looked like they had been mauled by an elephant , he was pretty sure why they looked unhappy.

As he wandered the lower halls Don's mind began to stray back to Anne. She had looked so grim when they landed, something serious had to be up and no one seemed to think he needed an explanation as to what.

Don let out a frustrated sigh and stopped walking, he didn't recognize this part of the mansion, apparently this stop had been left out of the tour. He turned and looked back at the way he came and nothing there looked familiar either.

Well that's just wonderful he grumbled to himself, he could navigate an entire city by underground tunnels and the sub basement of a house had him stumped. He shrugged his shoulders and wandered on, he was bound to find his way out eventually.

He walked on for another few minutes until his number of option began to dwindle, he had come to the end of a very long passageway and there were only two choices left or right. He turned left and walked for a moment before voices back down the passage way caught his attention.

He instantly recognized some of the voices, but couldn't quite make out what they were saying. He crept quietly back down the passage, the last thing he needed today was for anyone to know that he'd wandered off and gotten himself lost. If he stayed quiet enough he could just follow them back out. He picked up the pace as the voices began to drift father away, he paused at corner to see if anyone was down the passage and hurried on.

The voices had stopped now inside a room at the end of the hall, several people sounded like they were arguing but the thick steel walls in sub basement blurred there words. Don crept closer to the barely open door as the voices came into focus.

"We have to do something, I mean there had to be something we can do right?" A mans voice but not a familiar one.

"Like what?" The voice was gruff and the words barked, definitely Logan, apparently everyone hadn't gone there separate ways after all.

"If they have the device we have to be very careful"

Device, what device? Don wondered as he crept up to the edge of the door, something from the prison? Something worse? He never had time to figure it out, apparently those last four inches had he been just a few to far. Before Don had time to realize it he was lying flat on his back in the middle of the room he had just been listening to. A short blurry figure came into focus as a large shadow in the bright light of the room.

"Really, Charles is this your idea of careful?"