Logan stumbled into the house and headed straight for the alcohol. He was going to drown his sorrows, every last one of them. His life had been a roller coaster of highs and lows. First Lilly had been murdered. Then the whole fiasco with his mother, people claimed she was both dead and alive. Logan had turned to the only person he thought could help him, Veronica Mars. He knew she hated him and he hated her. Well, he didn't really hate her. He needed someone to blame for Lilly's death and she was the closest target. When she sided with her dad, it had been almost too easy. But if anyone could track down Lynn Echolls, it was Veronica.

And somewhere along the way, they had found each other. Maybe it was because both of their mothers had left them with no rhyme or reason. Or could it be when Logan broke down in her arms, finally mourning his mother. He knew something had changed when he came to give her the check for her services. But when Veronica had ripped it up, Logan could swear it felt like a weight had been lifted. So when he heard her cry out in surprised shock over the phone, he knew something was wrong. He had gotten more then he bargained for that day, between punching out an FBI agent and then the kiss that stunned him.

But what stunned him even more were the changing feelings he was having. Veronica had been his girlfriend's best friend, his best friend's girl and yet a small part of him was attracted to her. But she wasn't that same girl. She was hard and prickly not soft and sweet. Yet she seemed to fit against his jagged edges. And they were sneaking around. As everyone knows, secrets rarely stay that way for long, especially in Neptune. Veronica had told him about the rape, she was so angry. But eventually she had found out that it was Duncan. And that made Logan feel guilty, especially knowing he had slipped Duncan GHB. But as high as he had felt when he kissed her, it was like a full fledged plummet, when he found out she had sent the Neptune Police after him. He had confronted her on the beach and just like that life was spiraling downward again.

Logan wrenched open a bottle of vodka. She was so driven to find Lilly's killer that no one was spared. Everyone was a suspect, even him. He took another swig and lolled his head back to stare at the ceiling. He could hear movement above coming from his father's room. Whatever it was, Logan didn't want to be part of it. However before he could get up, Aaron Echolls strode into the living room, looked at Logan and gave a heavy sigh.

"I guess you won't be accompanying me to the Kane party." Aaron ground out roughly. He looked into the mirror and gave his jacket a tug.

"I doubt they'll let a suspected murderer into a party with the governor. And let's not forget who the hosts are. I'm sure Celeste Kane will greet me with open arms." Logan sneered at his father's reflection in the mirror. He lifted the bottle to his lips and felt the cool liquid burn down his throat.

"Logan, son, put the goddamned bottle down. You're as bad as your mother. She just drank….." Aaron managed to get out before Logan interrupted.

"Don't talk about mom. You didn't give a fuck about her drinking. You were too busy having your affairs to care about her. Those and your precious career and money, that's all you ever cared about." Logan bit out caustically.

"I'll deal with you when I get home." Aaron growled as he reached for the doorknob. He slammed the door shut and headed towards his car. Logan could hear it start up and squeal out of the driveway.

Logan knew he should make an attempt to get out of the house but where could he go. He was quite certain Duncan wouldn't want to see him, Lilly was dead, Veronica suspected him of Lilly's murder and there was no way he was going to any 09er house. Not when he felt like crying. He wanted to cry for Lilly, his mother, Duncan, even Veronica. As that thought popped into his head, he could feel the tears drip onto his cheeks. Before long, shuttering sobs wracked his body. Logan dropped the bottle to the floor and curled up, clutching a pillow to his chest.

After a while, Logan's sobs had subsided. He reached down for the vodka and took another swig. The bottle was almost empty and Logan was beginning to feel the alcohol kick in. He rolled his neck and then searched the floor. To his amazement, there sat Veronica's dog Backup.

"What are you doing here? How did you get in boy?" asked Logan, after looking around to check that the alarm system had been activated. He then scanned the room for any evidence of Veronica. Where ever Veronica went, Backup wasn't too far behind. Backup opened his mouth but instead of barking, a gruff voice filled the room.

"You have lived through more tragedy than anyone at your age should. Your soul has been battered and bruised yet there is still hope. It is for that reason; you will be visited by three spirits tonight. They will take you on a journey. What you learn tonight can save you from a life of misery."

Logan struggled to control his disbelief. He must be hallucinating, too much alcohol. Logan blinked and rubbed his eyes. When he opened them, the dog was gone. In his absence, Logan felt a wave of sleepiness wash over him. He stood up, stretched his body and slowly padded up to his room, thinking about the bizarre occurrence. Logan lay down on his bed and was asleep within minutes.