Oh, sweet, sweet watchers, followers and fans of this story!

I'm so sorry for my lack of update! Hate me, because I deserve it. Left you with a cliffhanger. I have been without a computer for a long while AND have moved from my [evil] place in Tennessee and now live happily in Michigan.

The more I look at this story, the more I keep wanting to rewrite it... you know, slower, because it seems like Azazel becomes slightly affectionate a bit too fast. I dunno.

I am in dire need of opinions! Make sure to comment/review!
SHORT CHAPTER.

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The night had been a long one. The usually familiar, homey crook of a tree that usually gave Lowen such comfort now lent no sleep. The sun was nearing its awakening, but no sleep came for her own weary mind. Restless as ever, Lowen laid on her back and fingered the seemingly harmless tooth and its cord against the backdrop of the deep expanse of sky, a huff escaping her nostrils. It was one of the few memories she cared to carry with her through her journey, so fathoming the damage it had just caused...

"Some trouble you turned out to be," she mused out loud, addressing the offending object as if she expected it to talk back. The enamel glinted ever so slightly, as if winking at her from an invisible eye.

With her nose wrinkled in frustration, she cautiously turned to inspect the ground, before angling herself downward and jumping to the grass below. If sleep wasn't about to visit her, she might as well do something useful. What was she supposed to do now? Go back to the road? The pack she had thrown over her shoulder weighed heavier than before, though she knew it was the same as it had always been. Go back to wandering after all that had happened? Her life suddenly thrown into a huge web of mystery and intrigue, then, suddenly, gone. Vanished. In the same way he did. Oh, God... Him... Thoughts of charred flesh and blistered skin burned itself just an painfully through her own memory. She shrugged off her pack and halfheartedly flopped to the ground, not wanting to move. The thought of her actions combined with the dizzying mystery of what was actually going on was enough to stop her in her tracks. His eyes, angry, yes, but also... hurt, shocked... and it was all because of her. He gave her no chance to explain. After minutes of unintelligible stammering and sputtering, he had vanished without a single word, leaving her with only her few earthly belongings, the smell of burning metal, and the chilling feeling of despair.

This time, for the first time in so many years, she was really alone.

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The smell of gasoline and the rumbling sound of well-oiled motors and machines was close enough to heaven for him, if he believed in that stuff. A lone wolf with a wrench and grease his jeans was a normal sight for most of the lingering students who were courageous enough to venture into the garage when they knew the Wolverine was tinkering, though they were all wise enough to keep to themselves and not disturb him, and he relished this fact.

"LOGAN!"

Then again, there's always that one...

"You had better have a good reason for-" came the menacing tone from beside a vintage motorcycle.

"There's someone at the gate for you! I didn't let them in, for security reasons, you know... but she said she didn't want to come in anyhow, so she's still out there waiting for you at the end of-"

"Slow down there, squirt," he grunted, lifting himself off his knees and approaching the young student calmly. "Who's out there, now?"

"I don't know, Professor Logan. She said he name was Lowen. She was pretty dirty, but she didn't look like she was hurt or scared or anything, she just-"

"Lowen!" he exclaimed, keeping pace of the constant interrupting. He paced quickly over to the gargantuan garage door and heaved it up, throwing a "Thanks, kid" over his shoulder at the curious student.

Lowen, Lowen... the dirty, smelly forest kid who had saved her rather large companion from being shredded to bits? How could he forget? He could see her lone figure as he made long strides towards the end of the yard and to the gate that prevented cars from pulling in. He couldn't help but grin at the sight of the same wild hair and dirt-smudged skin, though he thought by the smell of her that she could definitely use a shower.

"Hey there," he greeted as he approached.

"Hey," she replied with a weak smile and matching tone. Logan couldn't help but cock his head.

"To what do I owe the pleasure? Finally consider joining?" Lowen shook her head, but the weak smile turned itself into something a bit more genuine.

"No way. Just... stopping by... I mean... I-I just..." She looked up guiltily at the ever-patient brute of a man. "I'm lost," she said weakly.