Logan watched the young witch storming into the house. He was consequently stressed from the unpleasant row. Rubbing his head, he decided to take a short drive around the block. "Why did she have to ruin everything," he inquired himself. He had told Dahlia about his past identity. Although he omitted the details related to magic, she was nonetheless discerning. She had doubted that any of the other guests had overheard them or given a hoot about it. He urged her to keep his backstory secret in any case. Alex Logue died on the traumatic night, and he, as Logan Fleming, was determined to preserve the sentiment for keeps. A mental image that became endangered with the newcomers' arrival. Not only had Astra inherited Natalie's charms, but also the late enchantress's intense eyes and fearlessness.

He parked his car in an end alley and was suddenly engulfed with memories he repressed. Alex was twenty-five years old when he first met her. She was tall, stylish in dark-colored clothes, and radiated a warm aura. He found her entire character daring and bewitching. She unveiled her clandestine powers to him two years following their first date. He was a skeptic, but he'd eventually yielded. He reaffirmed his decision four years later when he proposed to her in front of their new home. He'd worked in a warehouse as a delivery driver. She had a career as a management consultant, which had thrived following their daughter's birth and childhood. All in all, they were an ordinary family.

Alex immediately contacted John Constantine upon learning of the accident. He originally encountered the roguish warlock at least three years after the wedding. He wasn't insecure by the sorcerers' prolonged history; he complied with their friendship. For that reason, the widower trusted that the magician could restore his cherished spouse back to life. Constantine was also recklessly bold in utilizing his abilities in necromancy. None of the men knew the cost of reviving Natalie was losing her nine-year-old girl to the company of a mighty demon. Neither did she who, absorbed in guilt, was found lying in the den after drinking an unearthed bottle of poison in secret. Alex felt ultimately betrayed not by Constantine alone, but rather by enchantment.

Logan was aside himself when Astra aired Gideon's origins. She basically recreated a person into existence. He was impressed by this despite his earlier reactions to her powers. Simultaneously, Astra proved that she turned out better than fine. She had gained a trusty best friend, a surrogate daughter, a devoted partner, and a striking path in life. He started regretting his harsh words to her. She didn't freely choose her mystic capabilities or bear a strong resemblance to his beloved, her mother. If anything, Astra willed his stubbornness and impulsivity. He spoke aloud after a period of reflection, "Why did I say those words to her?" He gripped his hands to the steering wheel tightly and made a U-turn. Did he want to revert to his previous lifestyle in Northumberland? No, but he can perhaps make things right in Ashbourne.

Astra's blood was boiling as she shut the door noisily behind her. "Coming here was a real mistake," she thought with full conviction. She dragged herself through the corridor to the guest room. Behrad and Spooner were waiting for her there. The former was sitting on the front of the bed. The latter was reclining sleeplessly in the chair. Gideon was fast asleep in the cot, blissfully unaware of the ongoing mess. They were alerted by the sound of the mage walking in. "What did he say," her boyfriend questioned with concern in his voice.

She approached the previously extended box of her mother's clothes on the floor. The gesture that once moved her to tears now had her immersed with displeasure. She didn't want it anymore, so she ejected it out of the room. "I don't want to talk about it," she grumbled after she closed the door.

Behrad saw the anguish in his girlfriend's eyes. He patted the empty space next to him, inviting her to sit. She took upon the subtle offer. He stretched his arm around her as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"It doesn't matter anymore. We're all leaving tomorrow. He can have his withdrawn and apparently magic-hating life once I'm gone."

"Did he tell you that," Spooner asked in disbelief.

"He could have, but I want to talk about something else. How did Gideon get word about my dad?" She turned to the totem-wielder. "Did you tell her?"

He swiftly waved the accusation off. "No way. I had informed her you went to Odessa, Texas."

"Gideon is receptive enough to believe it for a stint. If anything, she had 'Grandpa Logue' staggered," the empath observed. She and Behrad erupted into laughter at the humorous memory of the grown man looking like an enlarged pufferfish with bugged eyes. Astra was undeniably amused by the cartoonish expression on his face.

"Then, how did she know?"

"Because I originally wrote the note." The trio redirected their stares to find the pale-skinned brunette sitting up in the cot awake. She was feeling a bit light-headed.

"We thought you were sound asleep," her maternal figure uttered.

"I was; however, your tete-a-tete didn't wake me up. I couldn't resume depriving you the truth." She carried on explaining. "I wanted to see what John Constantine's original manor was like. So, I went on a solo venture to Northumberland a month ago. Needless to say, Mr. Constantine's fling with precision extends to certain aspects of his life."

Astra interposed, "Did you encounter my mom?"

"I did. She actually told me about your dad and his disappearance. By 'told', I mean 'using substances and flat surfaces to communicate in a supernatural matter'."

The fiery sorceress bridled her temper as she ploddingly relocated to the cot from the bed. "Gideon, you have unfastened a Pandora's box, that is, my past life," she reproached the outwardly guileless supercomputer. "Why would you do that?"

Gideon resolved, "You tend to bring up about your mother, but you rarely do the same for your father. It seemed reasonable if you tracked him down. It would give you a risky opportunity to reconnect with him." Astra deliberately considered the observation. She had confided in her mother when she was alive. Alex was mostly absent due to his old job.

"What did you have in mind for 'risky'," Spooner questioned.

Gideon clarified, "Mr. Logue's rhabdophobia, which is triggered by Astra's expulsion, was an unseen yet probable obstacle."

The others all did a double take on the broad vocabulary spilled from her mouth. Astra asked with a blank look, "His what?"

"Rhabdophobia: the fear or aversion of magic."

"Go figure," she murmured. They heard a knock on the door. It opened seconds later, and Logan stepped in.