"Alright, that's all for today, everyone! You can rest for a bit before packing up your things and going home!" Logan announced.

The students of Disney's Wrestling Discipline Center all sighed in relief and sat down after their day of training, either chatting with each other or relieving themselves with a bottle of water. Whilst cleaning his head with a towel, the young coach couldn't help but look at all his students with a smile. Even though teaching his favorite sport was a grueling task that demanded a lot of dedication and energy, it never failed to fill his heart with joy.

"Will there be another class next week, Logan?" asked Dewey, the blue kid of Della Duck's triplets.

"Yeah, but you're not obligated to come, since it's summer and all." Logan grabbed a water bottle and tossed it at his duck student. "I might get absent to do something with my friends myself."

"Nah, that's the cool thing about being a teenager; I'm free like the wind," Dewey responded before taking a sip of water. "Say, I heard there's gonna be a huge event in the same vein as the Magical Grand Prix happening soon and that you're going to participate in it?"

"Indeed; the Hero's Rumble it's called," Logan confirmed. "It's based on a real life pro wrestling match... even though it's not a wrestling match itself. Do you intend on participating too? Your chances of winning wouldn't be very big because some of the Magical World's greatest heroes and villains are gonna be there, but it would be a good opportunity to test everything you learned in here. And I'm sure it'd be a lot of fun."

"I'd like to. You know my friends and I once took part in a wrestling show against Vikings, right?" Dewey answered. "Though, I may not exactly be excited at the idea of going up against a God like Hercules or a wizard like Merlin." His phone suddenly started ringing, so he picked it up and answered. "Hi?"

"Hey, Dewey!" Della Duck's voice beamed from the other side of the line. "Your training was fun today? I'm coming to pick you up right now; we're gonna be eating Beakley's famous beef wellington tonight!"

"You're coming already?" Dewey asked. "But I wanted to hang out with Logan for a bit. Can't you wait a bit-"

"Absolutely not!" Della immediately cut her son off. "You know how serious Mrs. Beakley is about her beef wellington dish; whenever she makes it, every member of the family has to be present, no question asked. I don't wanna have to endure her silent anger for two weeks again. So get your things ready, I'm coming right up! Say hello to Logan for me!" The call ended.

Dewey sighed and pulled his phone away. "She's always so serious about Beakley's beef wellington..." He chuckled and looked at Logan. "Moms, you know how they are, right?"

"Actually, no, I don't," Logan answered.

This caused Dewey to give him a puzzling stare after taking a sip from his water bottle. "Why's that?"

Logan came to sit down near his student before proceeding to explain. "You see, Dewey, my two parents fell sick and died when my older brother and I were still babies. We grew up with our uncle and cousins."

"Really? That sounds horrible," Dewey remarked with a frown.

"Not at all; I had a very happy childhood, you know," Logan assured with a smile. "I had toys, plenty of friends, received a good education, everything a kid should grow up with. My uncle would always bring me, my brother and my cousins on camping trips from spring to late fall and watch wrestling shows with us. He would allow us to stay late to watch a wrestling program every Monday and buy pay-per-views whenever he could. Aww, those were the days," he sighed, placing his hands behind his head at the memory.

"And you were never sad about losing your parents?" Dewey asked.

"Well, I was very young when they passed away - too young to have any memory about them. This left me without the lingering pain of losing someone." Logan then looked up at the ceiling and rubbed his chin. "Though I must admit that I always wondered what it's like to have actual parents." He looked at his student. "Say, Dewey, is having a mom the same thing as having an uncle?"

The young duck remained silent for a few seconds before answering that question. "Well, you probably know it, but my mom was gone on the moon for most of my life. My brothers and I got raised by our uncle, Donald, until Uncle Scrooge came into our life. When my mom returned, it felt weird at first, but with time, I understood it's not that different from the way Uncle Donald took care of us. But it still feels somehow different being loved by a mother from being loved by an uncle."

"Oh... okay," Logan mumbled, trying to make sense out of what his friend said.

Dewey packed his things up and got ready to leave. However, he stopped before the center's entrance and turned back toward his teacher. "Hey, Logan, whatcha doing tomorrow?"

"Nothing; I'm free. I would've paid a visit to one of my friends, but most of them are gone to the Mirrorverse for training. Why?"

"My family is gonna make a little trip to Transylvania because Uncle Scrooge heard about an ancient treasure that might be lying around. Wanna come along?" Dewey offered.

Logan's eyes turned round like coins at this. "... Going on an adventure with the Ducktales crew?! Oh my cheese and crackers, I wouldn't miss this for all the sandwiches in the Magical World!" he practically jumped in excitation.

"Cool! Come to the McDuck manor tomorrow before noon; we'll start packing up then."


The Sun Chaser dashed above the Transylvanian sea. The skies were dark and the rain heavy, but nothing could stop the McDuck family's personal vehicle... as long as Launchpad didn't crash it. Scrooge McDuck looked at the barely visible Transylvanian land ahead of them from the pilot section. He then jumped down into the rear cargo hatch where the triplets, Webby Vanderquack, Della Duck, and Logan were all sited.

"Get ready, lads! We're about to land in Transylvania, and we're not leavin' without the Coin of the Lost Realm!" the leader of clan McDuck announced.

"Are you sure it's safe to land right now, Uncle Scrooge? It looks pretty stormy out there," Louie nervously remarked as the plane shook quite a lot.

"That's the point I was about to address, Louie; most of the time, it's impossible to land around here because of the never-ending storm. However, my meteo team discovered that there should be a moment of peace lasting long enough for us to enter, get the artifact, and leave."

"And what if we don't get out of there beforehand?" Dewey asked.

"We'll just be stuck in there for three hours until the next moment of peace arrives," Scrooge answered. "But don't worry; if we hurry and stay careful like we always do, then that shouldn't happen."

"I wanted to thank you again for allowing me to come with you, Mr. McDuck," Logan called with a smile. "Going on an adventure with the McDuck family is the kind of honor my friend Adam would kill for."

"No worries, son. Any friend of Adam or Gabriel is welcome aboard my plane."

"So you said you watched both of our shows recently?" Webby asked the human.

"Yeah; I watched the reboot when I had the occasion on TV, and the original cartoon on Disney+ about a few weeks ago," Logan explained.

"Did you like the original?" Dewey asked his teacher.

Logan gave a 'so-so' gesture with his hand. "Kinda. I did like the 80s Disney cartoon aesthetic and had some fun watching the original adventures... but there are some places where the cartoon didn't really age well. For example, I wasn't the biggest fan of the stereotypical depiction of other countries and cultures. Plus, the characters, while fun, didn't have the same level of personality and entertainment value as in the reboot. Guess it wasn't a cartoon to binge-watch, but more the kind to watch on a Saturday morning..."

"Yeah, we weren't exactly at our best in the original cartoon," Della admitted. "I mean, my three boys were basically the same character, with the only difference being the color of their clothes. Did you at least like the reboot?"

"Absolutely!" Logan confirmed with a nod. "At first, I didn't really pay attention to it because I had never seen Ducktales before, but the more episodes I watched, the more I was getting into your adventures. The storylines that particularly got me invested were the search for your disappearance, Della, your efforts to return to Earth and to your kids, Lena's inspiring story of abuse and freedom, Mr. McDuck's complicated relationship with Goldie, the new fixed relationship between Donald and Daisy, the Shadow War, the moon invasion, and the third's season conflict with F.O.W.L."

"So you really enjoyed my story?" Della asked.

"You bet I did; that was super inspiring! I cried a bit when you finally returned home and got reunited with your kids," Logan admitted with a blush. "Everybody who watched the show did."

"Aye, fella, a day we will never forget," Scrooge said with giving a smile toward his niece, who shared a hug with her three boys. "We should be about to arrive now. Make sure not to crash us this time, Launchpad!"

"Right, Mr. McDee!" the pilot duck responded from the front of the airplane.

Naturally, he still crashed the plane, but didn't damage it enough to make it impossible to take off again. With that out of the way, the entire crew minus Launchpad followed the path over to a huge, spooky castle on top of a mountain.

"This is it, everyone! Draculesti Manor, home of the legendary Drake Von Vladstone - heir to the Coin of the Lost Realm!" Scrooge announced with a smile.

"Ugh, this place doesn't make me feel very at ease," Logan commented, looking at the gargoyles decorating the castle's path alongside the flames that somehow remained on despite the rain. "Are you sure it's a good idea to just break in someone's castle, Mr. McDuck?"

"No worries, lad; this castle has been abandoned for centuries," Scrooge assured. "Nobody dared coming in here because this castle is supposedly 'haunted'."

"H-Haunted?!" Logan mumbled, his face turning pale.

Della gave the young human a nudge. "Come on, Logan; we already faced monsters and bad guys before, there's no need to be afraid of a little haunted castle."

"I know... Let's just say I had a bad experience with a haunted mansion as a kid..."

Huey took out a guidebook from his backpack and proceeded to read a page. "You guys might want to hear this. According to the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook, Drake Von Vladstone was best known by his nickname, 'Count Dracula Duck'."

"Dracula Duck? Great, we're gonna deal with vampires now," Louie sighed.

"Nonsense! Vampires or not, I will not give up on getting the Coin of the Lost Realm just for some ridiculous hocus pocus!" Scrooge declared. He then turned toward the front of the castle. "Now, the question is how are we gonna lower the drawbridge and get inside?"

"How about you use your pogo stick, Uncle Scrooge?" Della suggested.

"Nae; it's way too high for me to reach."

Logan rubbed his chin and then snapped his fingers. "I know, Mr. McDuck!" Summoning his Owl Buster, he walked to the edge of the path and took position. "Jump on my sword with your pogo stick; I'm gonna push you with all my strength to give you an extra boost. That should be enough."

Following his idea, Scrooge walked back and got some momentum before taking out his pogo stick and jumping on the flat side of Logan's big sword. The young man pushed up at the last second to give a boost to the duck, allowing him to get high enough and land on the castle's wall. He pulled down the drawbridge before jumping down with his pogo stick to reunite with the others.

"Nice idea, lad," he admitted to the human.

"You could've just turned into an owl and flew up there, y'know," Dewey remarked.

"Yeah, but if I start using my powers to get over every obstacle, it won't be a fun adventure, will it?" Logan responded with his hands behind his head.

"Just a sec', everyone," Webby stopped the group before they could get inside the castle. She rummaged into her backpack and pulled out a few vials containing a purple-ish liquid. "Before we get inside, let's all drink this mixture; it's a protection against haunted energies I made before coming here."

Logan blinked his eyes curiously at his flask before looking back at the teenage duck. "I don't recall you ever showing interest in potions during the show, Webby."

"Actually, that's because of something that happened a few years ago, after the show ended," she clarified. "See, my two friends, Lena and Violet, and I attended a party in the Boiling Isles for teens with magic powers. Your friend, Gabriel, was present as well. During that party, we played a game called Magic Quest, at the end of which some of us had to choose something called a 'coven', an educational discipline for magic. Lena and I ended up choosing the Potions coven, while Violet went for the Oracle one."

"I should really make up my mind about watching The Owl House one of these days," Logan mumbled while rubbing the back of his head. "Did you learn good tricks with this coven?"

"She sure did; after returning from the party, she spent days in her room studying alchemy and the art of creating all sorts of potions," Louie deadpanned with a pointing look at the pink one. "She even learned to make explosive mixtures."

"And it ended up costing me quite a lot of furniture," Scrooge reminded with a serious glare at his daughter.

"I already apologized for it," Webby said with giving a pouting look at the ground. "Anyway, when you told me we were gonna visit a haunted castle, I made us some potions that will temporarily protect us from ghosts. I doubt it'll last the entire journey, though."

"Don't worry; I'm sure it'll be helpful," Logan assured with drinking his flask alongside the others. It tasted horrible, but every good medicine had to be disgusting.

With that out of the way, the group entered the castle, finding themselves in the entrance hall. It looked exactly like what you'd expect from a creepy abandoned castle - with portraits of noble birds on the walls, scary-looking statues, cobwebs everywhere, and shadows you'd swear were alive.

"This castle seems pretty huge," Scrooge remarked. "We'll have a better chance at finding the Coin of the Lost Realm if we split up."

"No, nuh-uh, no way!" Huey immediately shook his hands in protest. "Have you guys ever watched any horror movie before; getting split up in a dark place is the best way to get killed!"

"Don't worry, dude; this is a K+ story, so nothing horrible can happen to us," Logan said, breaking the fourth wall. "Plus, with Webby's haunted protection, we have nothing to worry about."

"Alright, Webby and Huey, you're with me. We're gonna check up the upper levels," Scrooge said.

"Wanna go explore the caves with me, Dewey?" Logan offered, the young duck giving him a thumb's up. Della suddenly caught Logan by the shoulders, giving him a serious look.

"I'm okay with my son going with you, but there's something I want to be clear, Logan," she said. "He's under YOUR responsibility, meaning that if he returns with a missing limb or any injury, I will be blaming YOU for it. Is that clear?"

Under the soul-piercing glare of the female duck, Logan could only swallow a lump in his throat and nod. "Y-Yes... Very clear..."

"Great!" she beamed with clapping her hands together. "With that said, we can start searching this castle! Let's go!" She grabbed Louie's hand and dragged him away toward another room.

"... Your mom scares me," Logan mumbled to Dewey, who just shrugged with a smile.


Logan and Dewey spent a while walking through the eerie corridors of the castle's lower levels. The Dream Defender used his Magic Sketchbook to summon a lit up torch so that they wouldn't just wander around in the dark. After a while, the duo reached a distant room that had a red light glowing at the end.

"Hey, look!" Dewey said with pointing at the light in question. It turned out to be some sort of magic barrier with an ancient-looking coin displaying the face of a duck inside. "I think that's it! We found the Coin of the Lost Realm!"

"Alright! Mr. McDuck's gonna be so happy when we come back with it. Let's go!" Logan said, running forward... and almost losing his shirt when a blade came flying out of nowhere. Good thing Dewey caught him by the hand to hold him back in time.

"Dude, you didn't really think Drake Von Vladstone would've just left his most precious treasure in the middle of a room without any protection?" the young duck said with a raised eyebrow. "We're gonna have to be careful around here."

The duo navigated their way through a set of traps, but nothing that a few flips from Dewey and parrying from Logan's sword couldn't deal with. In a matter of seconds, they reached the protected artifact. "Alright, how are we gonna get it now?" Dewey asked with rubbing his chin. "Maybe we should've brought Lena with us; magic is her domain of expertise."

"Hey, I know magic, too, you know," Logan pointed out. He placed his two hands around the barrier and focused. "This is a level five magic barrier; I can break it, but it's gonna cost me a lot of magic energy." He pressed his hands against the barrier, closing his eyes and groaning in concentration. Before long, the red magic shattered like a glass and Logan dropped on his rear end. "I'm not gonna use any magic trick for the rest of the day," he sighed.

Dewey grabbed the coin and looked at it with a grin. "Alright! The Coin of the Lost Realm is ours! And we didn't even have to face any monster!" Right after he said this, growling noises were heard, and duck-shaped skeletons appeared from seemingly nowhere. "... I just had to open my beak..."

Summoning his Fenrir Keyblade, Logan slashed at the skeletons who fell down in pieces... only to reassemble mere seconds after. "What the heck? Why don't they go down?!" Logan exclaimed as he kept swinging at the monsters to no use.

"How are we supposed to kill something that's already dead?!" Dewey asked as he placed the Coin of the Lost Realm in his pocket. Seeing Logan struggling on his own, the young duck got an idea. "Hey, this is the perfect moment to use the tag team moves you taught me back at the center!"

Realizing this was a good idea, Logan grinned and pulled his Keyblade away. When one skeleton approached the duo, Logan delivered a leg sweep to the back of its leg at the same time Dewey European uppercutted its chin, turning it upside down. The next one was caught by a double back body drop from the duo that sent him flying higher and crashing harder than it would have had otherwise.

The dead creatures started surrounding the duo, giving an idea to Logan. "Dewey! Hammer Swing!" Dewey caught Logan's hands so that he could swing him around at full speed, allowing him to kick at all the incoming skeletons, breaking them in the process. After a few seconds, Logan tossed his pupil at the room's entrance before himself jumping there, the two of them running out of the room.

"Why is Webby's potion not protecting us?!" Dewey yelled whilst running.

"The effects must have worn off while we were searching for the coin!" Logan answered, sweating nervously. "Maybe we should have waited a bit before drinking it after all!"

The duo ran with all they had, doing everything they could to find the exit and escape the horde of skeletons. There was just one tiny problem: none of them had memorized the path in and out of the castle, meaning they had to return on their steps and destroy skeletons multiple times in their escape. To make matters worst, these skeletons appeared not only in the treasure room, but also in the rest of the castle. Hopefully the others had more luck than they did...


"We really have no luck with our adventures!" Huey yelled while running through the castle to escape the skeletons that appeared out of nowhere. "Why must we always come across supernatural entities wherever we go?!"

"That's part of living the adventure, son!" Della said with spin-kicking a skeleton in the way. While the duck mother used her self-defense training to defend the group, Scrooge jumped on the monsters with his pogo stick. Lucky for them, Webby had also brought some flasks containing explosive mixtures that she threw at the skeletons, destroying them by high numbers.

Scrooge, Della, Huey, Louie and Webby managed to fight their way through the waves of immortal skeletons and exit the castle by the drawbridge. After sprinting their way back to the Sun Chaser, Scrooge immediately pressed on the button to close the cargo door, preventing the skeletons from entering. "Launchpad! Take off now!"

"Right away, Mr. McDee!" Launchpad responded and took off to get away from the monsters. "You arrive just in time; the storm is just about to cover up the island again."

"Phew! I'm not going back to another castle for at least two hundred years...," Louie panted as he collapsed in a chair in the plane's upper level.

"I really don't understand how you cannot love this rush of adrenaline, Louie. It's what makes me feel alive," Della mused with patting her son on the head as she sat next to him. After a moment of silence, the mother realized a detail that made her widen her eyes. "Wait a minute! Where are Dewey and Logan?!"

Launchpad looked over his shoulders at the others with a blank look. "... They aren't with you?"

Everybody looked at each other in horror. "Turn the plane back right now, Launchpad!" Scrooge bellowed.

Launchpad did just that, turning back towards the island, only for the returning storm to flip the plane in every direction. Thankfully, he managed to regain control before it could crash in the ocean. "It's too late, Mr. McDee! The storm has returned! We're gonna have to wait for three hours before it calms down again!"

Della looked through the window at the island that disappeared behind the violent storm again. "Boys..."


Meanwhile, Logan and Dewey finally managed to find their way out of the castle, with the human bursting a hole through one of the walls. They did not allow the heavy rain to slow them down, as the endless wave of skeletons was still on their heels.

"Those guys never quit!" Dewey exclaimed.

Logan agreed on this point; he couldn't wait to reach the Sun Chaser and get as far as possible from this island. However, he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. "Wait a minute..." Why was there a cliff instead of the place where Launchpad crashed the Sun Chaser earlier? The young boy quickly realized the situation and widened his eyes. "Cheese and crackers! We exited the wrong side of the castle!"

The two friends saw their exit vehicle disappearing on the other side of the storm. "No! Wait! Come back, guys!" Dewey called while agitating his arms, trying to get his family's attention. When he realized that wouldn't work, he turned his head towards the incoming skeletons. "W-What do we do now, Logan? Jump off the cliff?"

For a moment, Logan didn't say anything, just staring alternately at the approaching monsters and his student. He couldn't get them out of here in his owl form because the storm was too violent, and he had already wasted his magic energy for now. Then, his face started twisting into a frown - the frown of someone who got REALLY mad. A vein popped up on the side of his head.

"Dewey, stay behind me," he mumbled barely louder than a whisper, placing Dewey behind him on the edge of the cliff. Not saying anything else, he simply summoned his Owl Buster sword, tightly clutching it in his hand as the skeletons were getting closer and closer. Then, when they were finally close enough, the young boy bared his teeth and pushed a growl as he took out eight of them with one powerful swing of his sword.

Not stopping there, Logan kept cutting down all the skeletons as they came at him. Naturally, they would always reconstruct themselves and charge again, but the Dream Defender did not stop for more, swinging his sword over and over again without taking a second to breathe. Dewey, meanwhile, could only stand there and look at the scene unfold before his eyes.

"Logan...," he mumbled.


Three hours later, the storm finally calmed down again and the Sun Chaser could return to the island. "Where are they? You see them?" Scrooge asked, scanning the castle and its surroundings for any sight of the two boys.

"There!" Webby exclaimed and pointed at the edge of the cliff, where Logan was still swinging his sword at the ceaseless wave of skeletons. He was drenched in rain and sweat, his face red like a tomato. But he did not stop for more.

"We have to land and help them now!" Huey exclaimed

"No, there's no time!" Della said. "Launchpad, fly along the cliff's line and open the cargo door; the boys will know what to do."

Hearing the sound of a plane, Dewey looked away from his fighting teacher to see the approaching Sun Chaser. "They're back! Logan, the others have returned; we must jump!" Unfortunately, the young human was too focused on swinging his sword, as he did for the last three hours, to hear what his student said. Acting quick, Dewey wrapped his arms around his teacher's waist and forcefully pulled him over the edge of the cliff to their fall. Passing over the edge of the cargo door, Della caught her son's hand whilst he himself held Logan, allowing her to pull them both inside the plane. Scrooge quickly shut the door by pressing on the button. The skeletons stopped at the edge of the cliff - probably they couldn't leave the castle's sector.

"Boys! You're alright!" Della beamed as she caught Dewey in a big hug. "You are alright, aren't you? No injuries, hurting limbs, or anything... Oh my gosh, Logan!" she exclaimed upon seeing her human friend, who looked like he had run three marathons in a row.

Logan groaned. Now that the adrenaline was falling down, the pain and fatigue of what he had just accomplished fell down on him like a pile of bricks. Every single part of his body was aching. He tried to stand up with help from his Owl Buster, but failed and collapsed on the plane's floor.

"Get Dewey on the upper seats, everyone!" Della ordered as she grabbed her human friend in her arms and carried him to the cargo's seats. Thankfully, they were lined up, so she could lay him down over them. Whilst the others were going up, Webby approached Della and handed her a flash containing a green potion.

"Here, this is a potion of little energy I made before coming. It should give him some strength," she explained.

Taking Logan's head in her hand, Della slipped the mixture down his mouth, making him groan a bit. However, it did make him look a little less pale - he would be alright for now. Letting him rest, Della and Webby walked up the plane to join the others. "You're not hurt, honey?" she asked her blue son with kneeling down before him.

"No, I'm fine, Mom," Dewey assured. He reached into his pocket and took out a coin. "We even got the Coin of the Lost Realm - that's the reason those skeletons appeared and attacked us."

"Oh my dime!" Scrooge exclaimed as he took the coin. "You actually found the Coin! And I was afraid we had to leave this cursed land empty-handed. Nice job, lad!" He happily patted his nephew on the head.

"Mom, there's something I have to tell you," Dewey said. "When you guys left because of the storm, Logan and I got trapped on the edge of that cliff by the skeletons... Logan kept me safe with his sword..."

"You mean like what we saw when we arrived?" Della's eyes widened a bit. "Wait a minute, he defended you like this for three hours?!" Dewey nodded his head a yes before looking at the floor. Della remained silent for a moment before lifting his chin and smiling. "It's okay, Dewey. Just rest for now; we have a long ride ahead."

Leaving the kids to rest and talk whilst Scrooge went to give instructions to Launchpad (while also beaming in joy at the new artifact added to his collection), Della went down to the plane's cargo and sat next to Logan, placing his head in her lap. The young man groaned as he managed to half-open his eyes, looking up at his duck friend.

"D-Della...?" he mumbled.

"Yes, Logan. You guys are safe now," she assured, feeling his heart still beating fast.

"... Dewey..."

"Shh, it's okay. Dewey's alright. You can rest now," Della told her friend with a soft, reassuring smile.

Having pushed himself beyond the point of exhaustion, Logan was already barely conscious. It only took a few seconds for him to drift off to sleep after closing his eyes. Della removed the baseball cap from his head and gently stroked it with her hand for the rest of the journey, the smile never leaving her face.

"Thank you, Logan..."

Author's note: Wow, Logan sure went beyond his limits and accomplished quite a feat, hasn't he? But then again, we're talking about the same guy who yelled at his friends for 24 hours after they insulted movies he liked.

This chapter was based on the Transylvania level from Ducktales: Remastered, the video game. While I've never played the game myself, I did watch some playthroughs of it to see if there was any material that could be used for this story. Thinking about it, the McDuck family never went to Transylvania in the 2017 cartoon, so I decided it would be fun to have a little trip there. Scrooge even got to use his famous pogo stick!

Also, I bet most of you forgot, but Webby does have potion-making knowledge now, due to her choosing the Potion coven in TheDragonSaver's 'Living in the Magical World' Magic Quest arc. In fact, many characters got to select a coven, but it never got addressed again in any of the following stories, so I decided to bring it back up in my own story.

Next time: Logan and Destiny get to have some fun at a festival in Nottingham.