Logan wasn't there when she got back. He had walked out without much direction, just wanting to be away, wanting not to have to face her. He had walked somewhat aimlessly at first until he had reached into his pocket and found twenty dollars that Rory had given him, in case he needed something or in case he had to take the bus. Well he did need something, a drink.

He made his way to a bar where he quickly drank through the twenty dollars he did have and a few twenties that he didn't. Several of the girls in the bar immediately noticed the handsome blond man, sitting by himself and drinking for four. One girl finally approached him. "Hey baby, what are you doing tonight?" she asked with a suggestive tone in her voice.

"Nothing." he replied looking down. He couldn't deny how good it felt to feel that he was attractive still. She sat next to him, touching his arm. At his touch Logan woke up from is fog just enough to brush her hand away. He could look, and liked to be looked at, but thinking of Rory he didn't let her touch him. And he didn't regret his decision. She stayed only long enough to find out that he wasn't interested, and more importantly he wasn't rich. Then she drifted back off to one of the other recesses of the smoky bar, hopefully to tell her friends to leave him alone.

Several hours passed this way, until Logan finally got up, stumbled out of the bar. He didn't want to go home yet, if he could call Paris's apartment home. He was still too angry, too frustrated to think clearly, not to mention too drunk.

Thinking about his mother and father the anger welled up in him. And also sadness. Sure he and Mitchum had never had a great relationship, but he was still the closest thing Logan had to a father. In a moment of weakness Logan turned and headed for his old house. He was sure that if he saw his father, talked to him everything would be okay again. Things would be normal. He would clean up his act, finish school, get a job, make him proud.

Logan finally made his way to his old home. Before it had seemed so cold and foreboding, now it was welcome, it made him want to cry for the home he had lost, the family he had lost. Logan walked up the steps, and without hesitation rang the bell. The maid finally came to the door. She looked shocked to see him.

"Let me in please." Logan slurred these words slightly. "I need to talk to Mitchum right away."

The maid gestured for him to wait, then disappeared into the house. Finally Mitchum Huntzberger came to the door.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. If Logan hadn't been so drunk he would have seen the ice in Mitchum's eyes, the coldness in his demeanor.

"Dad, I don't care what the tests say, you are my father and nothing can change that. Please let me come home." Logan begged. "I know I screwed up before but I will be better this time. I can't live without my family."

Mitchum didn't seem to care. "Then go back to that whore of a mother. You aren't welcome here." With that Mitchum Huntzberger turned and started to close the door. "Oh, and don't use the name Huntzberger anymore. Look at you, you're a disgrace." and with that he finally shut the door on Logan, leaving him outside.

Logan reeled with confusion, and hurt at how little Mitchum had cared. He couldn't believe that thats all there was to it, that their relationship was over. He was about to collapse on the stairs when a male servant came and shooed him off the property, telling him that he would be arrested for trespassing if he set foot there again.

Logan couldn't hold back the tears now. He had always believed that somewhere deep down his dad had a soft spot for him, that somehow they would find something to connect on and now that was gone forever. He didn't think that anyone could be that cruel and spiteful.

The tears soon dried up though as Logan hailed a taxi. He had someone he needed to talk to.

His anger mounted throughout the drive. None of this was his fault, but he was the one getting punished. And he knew that he would have to face Rory when she got home, and she was going to be angry. After all, he had skipped out without letting her know where he was going, he didn't have a job and he was drunk. And taking a taxi he couldn't pay for. Yeah, he was in for a real treat when he got home.

The taxi finally pulled up to the modest, if not somewhat dumpy house. 'So this is where mom is staying.' Logan thought. His mom had been ashamed of her poor relatives, so he had never met this aunt. And he didn't think he was going to make any kind of good impression tonight. "Wait here." he instructed the taxi driver, getting out and going up to the door. He tripped on the way over a couple of kids toys in the yard. 'Yup, still drunk.' he thought to himself.

He knocked on the door, not even wanting to bother looking for a door bell. Finally the door opened slightly and there stood Shira, looking equally drunk.

Without a word, she reached out and slapped Logan hard across his cheek. "What the hell are you doing here?" she spat out. "You ruined my life. My marriage was perfect and then of course you had to be born and ruin everything. You were always a difficult child."

Logan grabbed her wrist before she could hit him again, but didn't return the blows. He felt just as angry as she did.
"I ruined your life?" he said with a bitter laugh. "Thats a new one. What about you are such a whore that you couldn't help sleeping with the roofer and then not bothering to tell me who my dad is for 20 years."

"Don't you talk to me that way!" she thundered, swinging with her other hand that held an almost empty glass of something.

"I came here to tell you that I hate you. Because of you I have nothing. I'm nobody, with no future. And if you had been any kind of wife or mother none of this ever would have happened. So no matter what happens in the future, you are dead to me." Logan released his mother, and having said what he wanted to turned and went back to the car.

To his surprise his mom said nothing, just stood stunned in the doorway watching him walk out of her life.

He got back the the cab and sat there for a minute. Then he pulled out his wallet, and looked at the sheet of paper in there. A copy of the paper that proved once and for all that he wasn't a Huntzberger. So what was he? He hadn't looked before.

Squinting at the paper, trying to make the words focus he read the name. "Pete Tralvey, 99.9 certainty that he is the biological father." he said this more to himself but the cab driver looked over at him.

"What did you say kid?" he asked, impatient to be paid.

"Oh nothing." Logan looked at the address on the paper and gave that address to the cab driver. There was one last person he had to confront tonight.