Logan drove the younger trio back to the market square. He had a reason to be sociable unlike the preceding car ride. He inquired about Astra and Behrad's relationship: how they met, who liked who first, and when they started dating. He delved right into the personals following the general questions. "Where are you from," he firmly asked Behrad, who was sitting in the passenger seat. It was not his choice.

"I was born and raised in Washington DC, but my family are from Iran."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-six," the totem-wielder calmly answered.

"Have you ever misused drugs?"

"Behrad, you don't have to answer that," the sorceress retorted. Her father saw her glaring at him through the rearview mirror. He didn't realize he unwittingly raised a particularly sensitive topic.

"No, it's okay," her beau attested. He cleared his throat before he replied, "I had alternated between smoking weed and eating edibles for a long time. I stopped doing that when we were in Texas. I'm a year sober now."

Logan admired the young man's sincerity but hearing about his sobriety did concern him. "Do you recognize the risk when you expressed your interest in dating my daughter?"

"Yes, sir. But we agreed to take things slow, and she has been supportive throughout my progress so far." Behrad glanced at his girl in the back seat, smiling proudly at him.

Spooner picked up a subtle vibe from the driver. "Why does that question feel more personal than usual?" The twosome turned their sights to him.

"I know someone who has experienced something quite similar," Logan confessed. "We had a budding romance, but it bordered on codependency. So, we conceded on having a platonic connection."

"When did you meet...who was she?"

"I met Jane two months after I moved here. Come to think of it, I was still grieving over you and your mother at the time. It was nice, taking care of someone besides myself again." Astra tried to reckon with the idea of her dad being with another woman. She knew deep down he deserved to move forward in his life. Also, this was the first time, since she and Spooner arrived into town, that he had acknowledged Natalie.

"It sounded like you needed a distraction," Spooner indicated.

"You hit the nail on the head yet again," he told her.

Logan's car stopped in front of a public house. The glowing lights showed people interacting inside. The sounds of indistinct conversations and background music came in vibrations. "The place is owned by another friend of mine," he told them. "She would cater especially to folks who aren't ready to head home until 11pm."

"And you're sure Gideon might be here," Astra skeptically inquired.

"Possibly," he answered as they all exited out of the station wagon. They walked in the tavern and were greeted by its proprietor, an average sized, curvy woman who appeared to be in her late 40s. She had light green eyes, dark brown shoulder-length hair, and an olive skin tone. "Hi, Logan. How's it going?" She fondly squeezed him into a hug.

"Hello, Dahlia. I'm well," he replied. "These nice folks here are looking for someone."

She eyed at the younger women with him. Astra and Spooner both gazed at her with raised eyebrows. "Are you Astra and Spooner?" They slowly confirmed with a nod, shocked by her effortless identification. "I think I know who you're talking about. Follow me." They went with the pub owner away from the entryway.

Behrad was unsure whether or not he should join them. "Uh, do I stay here or wait in the car?"

"Why don't I buy you a drink," Logan offered.

"I can't. My faith wouldn't allow it."

"I'm sure they provide a non-alcoholic beverage." The two men came near a vacant table as a waiter took their orders.

Meanwhile, Dahlia ushered the two female Legends to her back office. She opened the door, and the inner side was in shambles. They gawked at the corner, where a fidgety Gideon was sipping water in a chair. Her face was completely flushed. "Hello, Astra. Hello, Spooner," she slurred.

They advanced towards the AI-woman. As much as the mage was displeased to find her away from the Waverider, her maternal instincts set in when she saw her daughter figure looking ill. "How long has she been here," she inquired the older woman.

"She arrived here about three hours ago. Got intoxicated on brandy an hour later. I don't think I have met such a rambling lush like this one. She went on and on about her mother's father still being alive. I pulled her aside and dished up a bowl of porridge and water to sober her up."

"Thank you. Sorry about the mess."

"Well, nothing got broken. Just scattered paper." They cleaned the mess up before they escorted the pie-eyed Gideon out of the room. Spooner and Astra each took a hold of their friend to carry her. They chanced on the men having a friendly conversation over ginger ale. "Are you fellas enjoying your refreshments," the grown woman asked them.

"Very much so." Seeing the fourth woman, the cobbler asked, "Who's that?"

"That is Gideon, Astra's daughter figure," Behrad affirmed. "You know, the reason why we're here."

"That is Gideon? I assumed that she's a schoolgirl from how they spoke about her," Logan thought. "What other surprises do these youngsters have?"

By then, the dizzy human-AI hybrid saw her grandfather figure oddly looking at her. She gave him a double hand wave with a broad grin. "Greetings, Grandpa Logue," she giggled. A wave of emotions rushed over the rest of the sextet amidst the larger bustle.

Dahlia, in particular, was baffled by the statement. "'Grandpa Logue?' Logan, what malarky is she talking about?"

The older man handed the keys to Behrad. "You three, take her to the car now. I'll be there shortly." He didn't see the young adults hustling his surrogate granddaughter out before she could say anything else.

Dahlia stared at her friend with her hands on her hips and a raised eyebrow. She asked, "What's going on?"

"Can we talk in your office?"

The ride home was tense and quiet once again. Astra and Spooner were in the backseat with Gideon napping on their laps. Logan had a noticeably grim look on his face. Behrad tried to dispel the tension, but to no avail.

Once they arrived at the cobbler's residence, he said curtly, "Everyone, out." They all exited with Spooner and Behrad carrying the dozing Gideon inside; when Astra was about to close the door, he stopped her. "Not you." She sat in the passenger seat next to him. "I was doing fine before you and your bunch came along and wreaked havoc. Why did you really come here after nine years later?"

"I was convinced that you were gone along with Mom. Maybe I wanted to be proven wrong. It doesn't matter who told me anymore because I accepted that Mom's gone. You, on the other hand, are so bent on forgetting her."

"Would you rather I'd stay in Northumberland, wasting away in that empty house," he groaned.

"I'm all right if you love being a shoemaker in this town or if you are interested in someone else. I don't agree with you pretending that Mom and I never existed."

"Well, that isn't your choice to make. This is all John Constantine's bloody fault. That ne'er-do-well acted as if he had the expertise needed to perform a resurrection. Instead, he did an exorcism, which he also flopped."

"John was bigheaded undoubtedly, but he loved Mom. Losing her hurt him as it does you. In case you also omitted, you went to him for help that night."

Logan didn't want to hear any of her arguments. "I wish I didn't know anything about magic. Nothing but grief comes from it. It's bad enough that I married a witch, but my only offspring takes after her." That was an ultimate slap in the face for Astra.

"My friends and I will get the hell out of your hair in the morning," she coolly replied as she was about to leave the car. Before she did, she had one more thing to say. "For your information, my daughter was conjured out of the circuits of the Waverider, the timeship where I have been living the last few years post-Underworld. You heard me right. Gideon was created by my magic, and I won't let you shame me for that!" She left the car, slamming the door shut.