They arrived in a neighborhood a mile away from the square. The car stopped at a semi-detached house, which was pretty similar to an American duplex, except the location. Logan parked the vehicle in the compact driveway and shut off the engine. Astra and Spooner exchanged confused glances as they followed to the left-hand residence. He unlocked the front door and they all entered inside. The interior consisted of a decorated kitchen with a dinner table encircled by a set of four chairs, a furnished living room with a full bookcase and a 32-inch television, a corridor sporting a total of five doors.

He gave the girls a tour of his new home. They lastly arrived at the second door on the right side of the hallway. The guest room was occupied with bedroom furniture. "It's spacious enough for you two to share. There are extra blankets in the closet. The washroom is across the hall." He paused before he made a keen observation. "Neither of you brought any luggage, let alone a change of clothes."

"As I said before, we weren't planned to stay long," Astra remarked defensively. She sat on the front of the mattress with her arms crossed.

"Yes, I didn't forget. Nevertheless, you can't sleep in those clothes. Wait here." He stepped out for a brief moment and returned with a large box in his arms. As he placed it on the dresser, he said, "I'm going to bring in the cot from the attic."

Spooner silently urged Astra to volunteer as an attempt for her to strike a chord with her estranged father. The mage declined the suggestion with a silent glare. As a result, the empath sighed, "I'll help." They exited, leaving the fuming girl alone.

Astra didn't need mind-reading powers to see that she was a painful reminder of Natalie and their old lives to him. In fact, she was getting sick of it. Feeling more hurt than angry, she was tempted to use her powers to annoy him a bit. Her conscious reprimanded her with the deal she reluctantly agreed to. She eyed at the box and levitated it to her. He didn't say exactly when she can't use her powers. Once she set it down close to her, she kneeled on the floor and opened it. Almost instantly, the reason for her fury was neglected.

Upstairs in the attic, Spooner was helping her host with the heavyweight, folded-up cot. Lifting the contraption by opposite ends, they staggered their way to the stairs. His occasional grunts filled the small space. Maybe that was why she's able to tap into his loud, troubling thoughts. "You still have trouble grasping the whole 'daughter back from the other side' thing, huh?"

He chuckled, "You must be a proficient mind-reader."

"You could say that. What's the real issue?"

"I know I just met you, but you can't imagine the years I had spent mourning for her and her mother. I had thought I'd lost them, but I'd never imagine having one of them walking back in my life." He sighed, "When she torched my crafted shoes, even though it was accidental, it was... overwhelming."

"Didn't you know about her mother? About who she was?"

"Of course, I did. I met John Constantine and their world of magic through her. I'd assumed that—I guess there was always a chance." He exhaled, "Mind your head when you walk down."

She heeded his warning, but she had something to retort. "You're wrong, you know."

"About what?"

"I don't exactly know you went through, but I do know what it's like to be separated from my family. I was very young when I was driven away from my mom. I was alone, even as I was placed from one foster home to the next. I'd forgotten what she was like. Meeting Astra changed a lot for me. She even helped me find her."

Logan's eyes widened while he listened. "She did?"

"Yeah. She may be placed in literal hell, but she got out and stayed out on her own." As it was expected, they towed the cot down the steps. Spooner ducked her head as she led ahead of him. He tried to mind where he was going. Out of the attic, he inquired the petite Latina, "What do people call you?"

She bluntly replied, "Spooner."

He gave her an incredulous look. "What's your real name?"

"Esperanza. I'd prefer being called Spooner."

He began wondering about how the girl ended up with such a peculiar nickname. However, feeling like he had judged her enough, he simply responded, "Okay, then. May I ask you another question?"

"Sure, what is it?"

Logan had a question looming in the back of his head since the uneasy car ride. It struck him in the face after he interacted with her friend. "Do you think she hates me?"

"Astra doesn't hate you. She thinks you want to forget about her. If anything, don't you want to resolve this matter with her?"

He took her words to heart, while they resumed conveying the cot into the guest room. They found Astra in her newfound spot. Her curls nearly covered her face. She didn't see them walking in. Her hands took hold of some clothes that were in the box. After they set up the extra bed, Spooner drew near her. "You all right, girl," she asked.

"They belonged to my mom," she murmured. As she looked up at her father, Spooner saw an unprecedented sight: her best friend's eyes were bloodshot from tears. She sat by her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Astra asked him, "You... kept these?"

"I couldn't bring myself to give them away," the widower confessed. "Hopefully, they'll fit." Suddenly, they heard a knock on the door. "I'll get that." He went to the front door and opened it. Standing on the other side was a tall, long-haired boy with a goatee. "Hi, can I help you?"

"Hello, Mr. Logue—I mean, Mr. Fleming," he greeted. He saw Astra and Spooner pushing toward their host. They were surprised to see him. "Hey, guys."

"Behrad, what are you doing here," Astra inquired.

"Well, I arrived to make sure you didn't harm your dad, which you haven't. Thank goodness for that; but we have another problem. I was going on my way when I found out..."

"Found out what?" She crossed her arms impatiently.

He couldn't beat around the bush with his girlfriend, especially with the impending news. "Gideon left the Waverider, and came here likely to look for you." The perplexity in the mage's face shifted into anger out of worry. She preserved her composure long enough to avoid invoking her powers.

"I'm not blaming you," she affirmed. "I shouldn't hide all of this from her."

The shoemaker was still in the dark. "Who is Gideon?"

"She's... sort of... my daughter."

Logan couldn't believe his ears. "Your what?" After all those years of estrangement, his fatherly instincts kicked in. "You impregnated my daughter?!" He lunged at the Iranian American's throat as a result. Behrad flinched back, not wanting to fight. Astra got between her boyfriend and her irate father. Spooner tried to restrain the latter.

"It isn't what you think. It's a long story. We need to find her."

"How," Spooner asked. "Everyone has probably gone home."

"Not necessarily," Logan disagreed. "There's one place that is still open at this hour."