"Angel! ANGEL!" he called into the morpher as she went silent as what sounded like a door being broken open and her screams resonated.

'Red Dragon! Find her!' he snapped pulling on his shirt and he was in his Shadow Tiger uniform and taking up his bag streaked from the bathroom.

He didn't stop until he was downtown and came to a skidding stop outside an alley. 'Well, where is she!' he snapped turning in circles.

'Down the alley!' Red Dragon said, in desperation and spinning to face it darted in side dropping his bag his uniform disappearing as he scanned the dirty space that ended with a tall chain fence.

"ANGEL! ANGEL WHERE ARE YOU! ANSWER ME!" he shouted scanning the dirty trash covered ground as rats scurried away or into the over flowing dumpster.

At a small moan he spun facing the dumpster and racing over stared in shock. There laying on top of the trash was a bruised, broken, and bloody Angel. Quickly taking her in his arms, he dropped to one knee.

"Angel! Angel open your eyes! Come on talk to me!" he said, desperately gently shaking and tapping her face with his palm.

With a moan, she slowly opened her one good eye. "I knew you'd find me," she moaned then slowly her eye closed.

Shaking his head, he snapped, "No, no stay awake! You gotta stay awake!" trying to get her to wake up.

'Logan she needs medical attention! You either have to call for an ambulance or get to a hospital!' Red Dragon barked at him, for a few seconds he thought about it then streaked away with her in his arms.

Stopping short of the hospital, he ran in screaming, "A DOCTOR! I NEED A DOCTOR HERE!" at once people responded and after laying her on a gurney he was stopped by a nurse as she was wheeled away Doctor Hart snapping instructions.

"…sorry what was that?" Logan asked, the nurse in a quiet voice not looking at her.

"Do you know any family that we should notify?" she asked, again.

Still unable to tear his eyes away he nodded. "Yeah, I know some," he muttered.

A short while later Commander Mitchel, Dana, and Tommy came running into the hospital Dana still in her PJs. "I'm Commander William Mitchel I was told that a family member was here over the phone," he told the nurse behind the desk.

"I told them to call you,"

Spinning around Tommy faced a haggard Logan I sitting in a chair. "Logan! When you get back?" he demanded going over to him.

"Tonight, but Tommy its Angel," he said, looking at him.

"NO!" they both turned at the sobbing scream seeing Dana cradled in her father's arms as she dropped to her knees sobbing.

For over an hour the small group waited in Emergency and their numbers slowly grew to include Rocky, Aisha, Adam, Billy, Jason's father Detective Scott, and Kimberly who comforted Dana as she continued to cry for her friend. All the while Logan sat alone bent forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. When Kimberly's father finally emerged everyone stood and Commander Mitchel met him and focusing Logan listed to them.

"How is she?" he asked.

"We managed to stabilize her but she's not completely out of the woods, whoever did this left her for dead, and she would be if Logan hadn't gotten her as fast as he did, however he did," he said.

"When I got here we saw his bike in the parking lot," Commander Mitchell said.

"That solves that, but I guess that what happened to her is why you called me?" Detective Scott asked, joining Commander Mitchell.

"Yes but there's something you both should know. She slipped into a coma," he muttered, and all three men fell silent.

"We don't know if she will ever wake up from it," Doctor Hart said.

"Has she been in here for any recent injuries?" Detective Scott asked.

"Yes dislocated shoulder, few bruises, once with a broken arm. She said, it was accidents but…," Doctor Hart continued before slowly stopping.

"You suspect the father?" Detective Scott asked.

At that, Logan sprang to his feet and stalked from the room. "LOGAN!" Kimberly called after him giving chase but by the time she reached the doors, he was gone and the storm dumped its contents on the world outside.

Cleaning like a man possessed Mr. Carter worked to erase the evidence from his home of what had happened. Suddenly the lights of the house went out and stopping he glanced around behind him as he felt eyes on him. Turning in a full circle he missed a shadow detach itself on the ceiling.

Whipping around he started to bolt but rough hands grabbed him. Forcing him back around the figure drove his head through one window the glass shattering then another before throwing him to the ground. Turning he saw a shadowy figure standing silhouetted by the lightning flashes outside with two strands of cloth behind the head moving slightly in the wind.

Drawing a knife from his back pocket standing he quickly opened it and swiped at the figure. At once, it reacted handspringing back he kicked out at Carter's wrist sending the knife up to be stuck in the ceiling. Before a stunned Carter could react the figure jumped up his fingers sticking to the ceiling and drove both his feet into his chest launching him back and through the door.

Moaning Carter sat up to find the room empty. Eyes swiveling he climbed to his feet and walk backward toward the stairs. Then just as he reached them, a foot shot out of the dark and kicked him in the top of the head down the stairs.

Coming to a painful stop against a pair of legs Carter looked up into the figures darken face his enraged eyes shining in the flash of another bolt of lightning from an upstairs window. "You… you're Shadow Tiger aren't you?" he asked, crawling back.

"Bingo, and you are a child beater and murderer," Logan said, walking forward as he followed his voice as deep and as dangerous as the thunder that followed.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Carter said, climbing to his feet and closing a door between him and Logan.

Baring his teeth behind his mask Logan growled, "Now why don't I believe you!"

On the other side of the door, Carter raised a shotgun and with a mighty BANG! Blew a hole in the middle of the door. Walking forward a smile on his face then frowned when he saw no body or gore on the other side. Then a hand appeared out of nowhere a hand seized the barrel and pulled him face first into the door where a fist plowed through the door where his face was.

Back on the floor, he watched as the door was kicked apart and stepping through Logan broke the rifle over his knee. "By all means continue I am enjoying this," Logan said, dropping the pieces.

Standing Carter raised his fists. "You got nothing on me," he said, throwing a punch.

Leaning his head to the side Logan easily dodged it. "That's you are wrong Carter! What I do know is that you that you are a bully and a coward! And that I also have Angel who I might add is still very much alive," Logan said, and Carter's eyes went wide.

With a gleam in his eye Carter charged him. Stepping to the side Logan tripped him up and bringing his leg high gripping his leg before he brought down across Carter's face. Getting back on his feet, Carter faced Logan again throwing a punch.

Easily catching it, Logan slapped and backhanded Carter in the face before locking out the wrist. "Now that's not a way to conduct a fight, and you like to fight don't ya Carter?" Logan said, slapping Carter again across the face stepping forward.

"You're a big strong man…," he continued backhanding Carter.

"…and quick… but you like to fight little girls… beat them to a bloody pulp… then toss them like yesterday's trash. That is not much of a match for a big strong man...! That's just bullying… that's not fighting… now," he continued slapping and backhanding Carter with each pause before grabbing him.

"You got to remember this when you hurt people, there's always going to be someone bigger and stronger willing to return the favor," he muttered, as the two looked at each other while Carter cradled his wrist.

After a few seconds silence to let it sink in Logan muttered, "and that someone is me!" before shoving Carter and spinning around kicked him across the face.

Coming down hard Carter started to crawl away Logan following him. "Tell what was it? What was it that she did that to cause such blind hate! What could a twelve year old girl do!" he said, before kicking him over.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Carter moaned clutching his gut where he had been kicked.

"Oh come now…," Logan muttered, before reaching down and taking Carter by the throat lifted him off his feet.

"Let's not play me the fool! Her blood didn't just appear on the walls of that room! And besides that person that your daughter called was a friend of mine!" he snapped before he drove Carter back first against the wall.

He was silent for a moment then Logan drove his other fist into the wall next to Carter's head making a hole. "Now I want you to imagine what that would have done to your face," he muttered.

Setting his face Carter growled, "Yes I beat her! I wanted to kill the little bitch! Because she like her whore of a mother was supposed to be here looking after me and roof I had put over their heads!

And she ran off leaving me with the brat I never knew was mine! And I'd do it again to finish her if I could!"

Logan glaring at the man slowly drew his fist back again then with a cry drove it forward.

AGPD POLICE STATION

Walking through the bullpen Detective Scott snapped, "Did we get the bench warrant?" at his partner.

Nodding his partner stood. "Yes it should be downstairs waiting for us, let's go get the bastard," he said, following.

The officer behind the desk was just handing them it when the glass door burst inward from the force of the tied gagged man being thrown through it. Lowering his arms that had shot up to shield him from the shrapnel Detective Scott survived the now bloody and bruised man laying in the broken glass. Walking forward he turned the man over and eyes wide saw it was Carter a sign pinned to his chest with an envelope with his name on it.

"Help me… he's trying to kill me…," Carter moaned after the gag was removed as Detective Scott turned the note to read it.

FATHER OF THE YEAR COME TO CLAIM HIS REWARDS

Looking out the broken door, he saw a lone figure standing in the rain on a building across the street. "Well if this is what I think it is, I doubt he will be the last to try or want to," Detective Scott said, pulling the tape from the envelope and signaled officer to take him away.

Across the street from the station, Logan watched as the police took Carter from his sight before he turned and walked away. His mind still on events of the night as he rolled across the roof of a nearby building the rain still pouring on and around him. Stopping next to a water tower he leaned against one of its legs, he slipped off his mask this mind drifting to the past.

"Something vexes thee Logan?" Narvock asked, behind him.

Unable to turn around Logan was silent for a few seconds. "A little girl is in a coma, and it's my fault, I remained silent… to what was being done to her," he moaned out.

"It was not your place to interfere," Narvock said, simply.

"Wasn't it?" Logan snapped standing straight and walking to the edge of the roof to look out at the city.

"Is the safety of a child something that always be the highest priority?" he said, openly.

"Perhaps but perhaps this man just got a little carried away with discipline…," Narvock started and whipping around Logan faced him.

"'Discipline'! Is that what you would call it!" he snapped before turning his face away.

Narvock was silent for a few seconds then placing a hand on Logan's shoulder. "Logan take comfort that she is alive because of you. But remember Logan it was her strength and fate that put her where she is. Now come my son whom I love, make your parents…," Narvock started but was interrupted when Logan abruptly brushed his hand from his shoulder.

"No!" he growled.

Narvock frowned at that. "'No?'" he asked.

Shaking his head, he looked back at Narvock. "How could I have been so blind?... but then… you in small doses… gave me… the one thing that I craved… the love of a parent," he said, stepping back.

"Logan what are you…," Narvock started before Logan raised his hand silencing him.

"It's time that I stopped taking that fist, both figuratively and literally. So I'm done, I'll fight to stop Dragvox, I'll fight to keep the future safe, but I'm done with you," he said, taking another step back before turning and walking away.

"Don't you turn your back on me! Don't you walk away! Don't you walk away from me boy!

I made you and I can break you! You hear me boy! I made you and I can break you!" Narvock called after him and Logan froze.

A smile started to appear on his face and he opened his mouth but before he could say, anything Logan whipped around grabbed him by his collar and shoved him against the tower. "Now you listen to me because I'm going to tell you a little something! Tommy, Kimberly, Jason, Trini, Zack, Angela, Rocky, Aisha, and Adam and all the other Rangers I knew then and now they were a family to me!

As for Sensei Henson and Zack, they taught me how to surf and to dance, Sensei Clarke he taught to skateboard and sing, Sensei's Brooks and Oliver they taught me to ride anything with two wheels, Sensei's Watanabe taught me how to play the guitar and ride a horse! As for other Rangers like Cole who taught me to listen to the hearts of others and Jen who just... was there for me when I needed her or any of them.

Now you tell me what did do or give me! Bruises and broken bones!

You didn't make me! So you can't break me! Now you… you're dead to me! So you go to hell you son of a bitch!" he braked before releasing him and walking away.

Opening his eyes, he felt his tears run down his face as he cried his hand going to his face as his tears mixed with the rain. 'Well done Logan, I'm proud of you,' Red Dragon said.

After picking up his bike from the hospital, he wander aimlessly through the rain until he found himself in front of Ashley's house. After looking at it for a few seconds, he killed the engine and putting the stand down walked up the door. As he neared the door, he could hear Ashley argue with her parents.

"…don't care Angel is in the hospital and Logan is missing!" she was saying.

"You can go see her tomorrow! And let the police find Logan!" her father snapped.

"Dad, me and Mom are going and that's…," she started throwing open the door and found Logan on the other side staring with a sorrow look on his face at her as her mother was slipping on a jacket behind her while the rain fell on and around him.

"Logan! What are you doing! You'll…," she said, as she stepped out to pull him in.

"You were right," he muttered, interrupting her and she froze.

"You were right… I knew… I knew what was happening to her… and I said nothing… and now… because of me Angel could never wake up… or die," he muttered, as she looked at him.

He held her gaze for a few seconds then saw looked at her parents who were staring at him. "I should go," he muttered, turning.

Reaching out Ashley lightly took him but his upper arm stopping him and he looked at her. "No, stay, at least to warm up," she muttered, giving him a weak smile.

After a few seconds he returned the smile and nodding walked inside. With a blanket over his shoulders and a warm cup of tea before him, he and Ashley sat on the living room sofa alone together.

"Ever since I was a child my first father would beat me," he muttered, just staring into his tea.

Not saying anything Ashley watched as he picked up his tea and took a sip. "every time I came home with less than an A, or did bad on a kata, or land wrong on a dismount or showed pain. He would beat me or break a bone. He broke my bones so many times I lost count…," he said, and she remained silent knowing he needed a friendly ear more than anything else.

"That was my life until I was about ten when I was sent to… my first martial arts academy," he said, glancing at her.

"When I got there… I was a punk. Trying to pick fights to prove I was the best. Nearly got myself thrown out.

Then one day I picked a fight with the granddaughter of the head Sensei…, Rachel while she was having fun with her cousin Ian and her big sister, Kira. Boy was that a mistake…," he said, chuckling at the end.

"She kick your butt?" Ashley asked.

Shaking his head he chuckled, "no, she wiped the floor with me six ways to Sunday. At the end, I landed hard after she threw me and dislocated my shoulder. Not wanting to seem weak, I left with them calling after me.

After trying and failing to replace the joint a few times myself, I realized that… Rachel's mother was watching me. She reset the bone for me… then for the first time in my life, she just held me with… love… and soothed my pain. After that, I was brought before her father.

Boy did I receive a lecture then I was told that I was too good a Martial Artist to act the way I was. And that the only reason I was still there was because of his daughter asked, him to keep me but I was on my last chance. So from then on, I strived to change under her wing.

Over time, I grew as a Martial Artist and a person. Whenever I showed interest in something, the Senseis taught me and at the same time used it as a way to teach me one of the Academy's styles. Motocross for strength and stability, skateboarding for balance and agility, and Surfing for flow and flexibility.

In time Rachel, Ian, and me became so close you swear I was a member of the family. Which I practically was they had me over so many times. After a couple years the three of us graduated top of the class with honors before moving on to another Academy as brothers and sister," he finished and he looked at her.

She was silent before she reached over and took his hand. "They were your real family not the man you called your father," she said.

Smiling he nodded. "The first one yes, but not the current and the people after them. The father of one of my Sensei's at another academy I went to was like a father to me to," he said.

"Did your two families ever meet?" she asked.

Nodding he muttered, "Yeah they did and what you called my adopted mother and father got married," he said, and she smiled.

"That's good to hear were you able to go? And what did you mean by current?" she asked, frowning.

Shaking his head he muttered, "no I wasn't but they said, I was with them in spirit, and as for what I meant you could say they found me again in a ways they had a friend of theirs take me in," he said, and she smiled.

"That's good but why haven't I ever see you together?" she asked.

Thinking quickly he said, "He's got a dangerous job, it's for my safety. But just because you can't see him doesn't mean he's not watching. And he told me to tell you he likes you," he said, and after a moment she accepted it and nodded a small blush on her face.

"Look its late I'd better go," he said, standing putting his empty cup on the coffee table.

After walking him to the door, she faced him. "Why didn't you tell anyone about Angel?" she asked.

"You're the first person I ever told about my past,"

Looking toward the door, she nodded. "Old habits die hard I guess," she muttered, and he nodded.

The two looked at each other for a moment before she smiled. "Well it's good to have you back, especially since you got Angel to the hospital in time," she said.

Nodding he said, "It's good to be back," and she arched an eyebrow.

"What you didn't enjoy Hawaii?" she asked.

"I loved it but right now I see something a little more beautiful," he muttered, and smiling they leaned in for a kiss.

The sound of a throat clearing interrupted them and turned they saw her father in his robe tapping his foot on the floor at the top of the stairs glaring at him while her mother stifled a giggle.

Giving him a weak smile Logan muttered, "Better go before he skins me," through his teeth before walking out the door.

He was just reaching his bike when the door opened again and turned found himself wrapped in Ashley's arms as she kissed him. "For saving Angel," she said when they broke apart and went back inside.

For a moment he stood frozen before Red Dragon muttered, 'well this has been an interesting night.'

'And it's not over yet, we still have one more thing to do,' Logan said, climb on his bike and driving off.

A short while later Tommy, Kimberly and the other Rangers teleported into the Command Center and looking up but before they could say anything Zack, Trini, and Jason were teleported in. After looking at each other in surprise the group began to converse.

"What's going on here?"

"I don't know but you're lucky you teleported us when we were on our own,"

"Zordon why did you call us here?" Tommy asked, looking from Alpha to Zordon.

"Because, I asked him to,"

Whipping around they watched Logan in his altered form step out of the darkness. "You! We have nothing to say to you!" Kimberly snapped pushing to the front.

"Then maybe you'll listen to me!"

And they watched as a normal looking Logan stepped next to him. "Or am I just wasting my breath to," he said, crossing his arms.

The group was silent for a few seconds before Kim leaning against one of the consoles muttered, "Ok we'll listen to you," an edge to her voice.

For the next twenty minutes both Logan's talked telling a slightly modified version of what he had told Ashley. When they were done, the other just stared at him.

Finally, Jason stepped forward. "Why didn't you just tell us that you weren't staying with that guy anymore?" he asked.

"Did you really give us a chance? Or would you have believed us?" the altered Logan asked, stepping forward.

At that, they looked at each other. "I guess you have a point there," Trini said.

"And besides we both made a promise that when I took him in that man didn't exist anymore. We started from scratch, and that's what we did," Altered Logan said, placing a hand on the other Logan's shoulder.

After a few seconds, Kimberly stepped forward. "Understandable maybe we could all take a lesson from it. Scratch," she said, extending her hand.

Smiling both Logan's took it. "Scratch," they said.

Smiling Zordon nodded. "It's good to have this finally settled, now it is late and with the events of tonight many of you need your rest," he said, and looking at them, they nodded.

"But before you go…," Altered Logan said, drawing the necklaces from his pocket.

"…as my brothers and sister will you take these now?" he asked, and after a few seconds Jason, Trini, and Zack smiled and nodded.

After he went through the ceremony and everyone but Logan was teleported out. And when they were gone, the Unaltered Logan merged with the Altered and with a moan, Logan sagged against a console.

"No matter how many times I do that it always feels weird," he muttered, taking the rod from his pocket and pressing it to his arm.

"We're proud of you Logan, for not killing that man," Zordon said, Logan looked at him as he opened a portal.

He was silent for a few seconds before he lowered his gaze. "I wanted to, and the spirits above and below knew he would deserve it. But then what would make me any different," he said, then stepped through the portal.

The next day at the Center, a lot of people were very somber while Logan was on stage tuning his guitar. "Must be nice to be free of that cast?' Kimberly asked, standing on stage next to him.

Looking at her a grin on his and after glancing around with his eyes he muttered, "Actually to tell you the truth, I didn't need it since day two," and she frowned.

"What? why?"

With a half grin he said, quietly, "one of the benefits of having a father who can do magic, don't have to go to a hospital," he said, and after a few seconds for it to sink in she chuckled giving him a light punch and walked away.

When everything was set, he turned on the mike and people turned to look at him. "Hi everyone now I know by now everyone has heard what happened last night. Though I'm glad to be back, I wish that it didn't have this shadow or cloud over it. So for right now this is for Angel and all the other Angel's out there," he said, into the mike.

Slipping his guitar forward he sat on the stool, behind him and started strumming a slow tune and he closed his eyes. "She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back;
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday,
She hides the bruises with linen and lace
Oh

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask,
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask;
Bearing the burden of a secret storm,
Sometimes she wishes she was never born;

Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above;
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved!

Concrete Angel!

Somebody cries in the middle of the night,
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light;
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate,
When morning comes it will be too late.

Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above;
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved!

Concrete Angel!

A statue stands in a shaded place,
An angel girl with an upturned face;
Her name is written on a polished rock,
A broken heart that the world forgot.

Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above;
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.

Concrete Angel!" he sang and as he finished he opened his eyes and he saw a few of the girls, Kimberly, and Aisha wipe tears away and Tommy and Rocky with somber looks placed comforting hands on their shoulders.

Feeling a tear run down his cheek Logan whipped it away murmuring, "I'm… I'm sorry… I gotta get out of here," before he quickly and unorthodoxly put his guitar down and ran out of the Center as it clattered on the stage as people called after him.

After bursting out he ran down to the river and siting down on the ground he held himself as he rocked back and forth For an uncounted amount of time, he sat there. Then feeling someone come up behind him…

"I know this is going to sound weird, but I need you to do something for me," he said, in a sorrowful voice not turning or lifting hiss head from his knees.

Sitting down next to him she asked, "What?"

"I need you to hold me," he muttered.

She was still for a moment then he felt her arms wrap around him and he turned into her. "And could you sing," he muttered, after a few seconds.

"Anything in particular?" Kim asked.

"Baby Mine,"

She was silent for a moment then she slowly she started to sing and once more he was ten at the Wind Ninja Academy when Kimberly sang away his pain.

A couple hours later Logan walked into Angel's room of the hospital a book in his hand pausing as he looked at her. Giving her a weak smile, he walked over to her bed as the machine gave off the steady beat of her heart as she breathed on her own.

Taking her hand, he gave it a squeeze before sitting down next bed head by her bed and opened the book. "'The Secret Garden, by Francis Hodgson Burnet: Chapter 1 There is No One Left,

'When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said, she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It was true, too. She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour expression...,'" he read aloud to her.

He was just finishing the second chapter when the sound of two sets of running feet caused him to look up. Before he could stand both Celine and Mandy appeared at the door. Laying the book on the chair, he went and opened the door.

"Mandy, Celine what are you doing here? What about your tour?" he asked, looking from Mandy to Celine

"Well we both didn't plan on coming but I came as soon as I heard, as for the tour, it's on hold for a day," Celine said.

"Well you'd better come in before people start lining up, Tommy and his family are at the court house," he said, stepping aside.

"For what?" Mandy asked, as they walked in.

"His father is thinking on taking her in," Logan said, closing the door behind them.

Picking up the book and retaking his seat, he looked at them as they stood by Angel's bed looking down at her. "Will she ever wake up?" Mandy asked, looking at him.

Shrugging Logan looked at her. "I truly don't know, the doctors are still running tests," he said, taking her hand again.

"I also heard that Shadow Tiger gave her father a hell of a beating before turning him over to the police," Mandy said, and Logan looked at him.

Holding his gaze Mandy muttered, "It's a good thing he didn't kill him, then he wouldn't be any different to me," and Logan nodded.

"Maybe that thought crossed his mind, and it's what stopped him," he said, and smiling Mandy nodded.

The two were silent for a moment. "It's good that Tommy's family is fighting to take her in, and if they need help with the hospital…," Celine started.

"That won't be necessary,"

Both looking at him he continued, "today a benefactor donated almost two million dollars to the hospital on the condition that she receives the best treatment," and Mandy arched his eyebrows in surprise and after a few seconds of acquiring the same look a knowing and understanding look appeared on Celine's.

"This benefactor sounds pretty generous, but I bet he has to remain inconspicuous with his money," she said.

Smiling Logan returned, "true, but good, decent, and very honest charities get about fifty cents of every dollar he makes," and Mandy gave both a puzzled look before all three turned as Tommy and his family opened the door and froze looking at the two guests.

That evening after Tommy's father gave endless praises to Celine and saying how nice it was to see Mandy again the group left the hospital. Logan returning to the warehouse stepping into the manager's office he stretched with a yawn nearly tripping over his still packed duffel bag. After looking longingly at his bed on the floor before walking over and taking his seat behind the desk leaning forward he rested his head on hands as the thought about what happened.

Sitting back again he muttered, "I hate time travel, I don't even know if I made a difference last night…," freezing when he saw a light grow from one of the drawers.

Slowly reaching down he opened it and took out one of the envelopes that Tommy had given to him before he arrived. Slowly it unsealed itself and he reached in. Pulling out an old newspaper clipping and a note, he unfurled it and stared.

12 YEAR OLD ANGEL CARTER FOUND BEATEN TO DEATH IN DOWNTOWN DUMPSTER, FATHER ARRESTED FOR HER MURDER

Beneath the headline showed, a picture of Angel's body being zipped into a body bag at the foot of the dumpster police around her. Taking up the note, a smile grew on his face mingling with the remnants of his tears.

You did make a difference; you saved and gave her a life. Just keep doing what you're doing.

Tommy

Laying the newspaper and the note aside Logan leaned back more at ease then he had been since that night. "Thanks Tommy, I needed that but how…," he muttered in thought then froze.

As a look of realization appeared , he smiled. "Jen," he muttered.

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