The sound of running water and clattering plates filled the walls of the mansion's kitchen. Logan watched as students and teachers poked their heads in the doorway before leaving. Although the mansion had many rooms, the kitchen was used as an unofficial mailroom of sorts. Mail usually arrived earlier in the mornings but since there were weather delays, the table was bare of any. Logan found himself lingering in the kitchen since his classes for the Danger Room weren't scheduled for another hour, watching as Scott brought a mountain of mail onto the table.
"Huh," Scott inspected an envelope, "Looks like Logan has some mail too. It doesn't say who it's from."
Logan growled as he grabbed the envelope, "Maybe that's cause it's none of your business, bub."
"How peculiar," Hank adjusted his reading glasses, "I don't recall the last time Logan has gotten mail."
Logan walked through the doorway as he inspected the envelope. He was vaguely interested to see its contents since most people outside the Xavier Mansion don't know him. It couldn't have been S.H.I.E.L.D, Fury loved his house calls; they would've gotten the drop on him when he was far enough from the institute. Deadpool would've tried to get through the mansion's defenses in broad daylight to occasionally harass him into a "team up" mission. Rogers is old-fashioned but he would've been courteous enough to leave a return address. Everyone else was a stranger to him. Hell, he's not even sure if the bartender at the bar he frequents even remembers his name. As he opened the envelope, a familiar scent began inching its way towards his nose.
"Where have I—?" Logan muttered under his breath.
He pressed his nose against the opened envelope and felt a prickling sensation at the back of his head: like something he could vaguely remember. As he removed the letter from the envelope, he felt something soft inside the folded paper. Unfolding the paper, a bright piece of fabric caught his eye. There was a flash of light and his vision blurred; Logan stumbled before reaching out to lean against the wall. He recalled the same thing happened during his visit to the former Weapon X facility: a memory. He stopped in the middle of the hallway sniffing the fabric, the sensation hit him again in full force. He felt the scent claw at the back of his head. The memories didn't feel as violent as the ones in times past, but it certainly felt different. Determined, he focused his vision as he began reading the letter in hand.
He read through the letter again as he walked past the busy bodies of the institute's students. Despite the mansion's size, it didn't take him long to get to his room and grab what he needed; he had a bag ready to go for missions, but this one would take much longer judging by the destination. The scent was leading him to a trail and he could feel he'd remember more along the way. He didn't know if the information was true, it could be bait but he'd bite. He was halfway down the stairs when he saw a familiar puff of smoke.
"I'm gonna take a drive and won't be back a while. Probably take a week to get there and back. Tell Charles, I have a lead on my memories."
"A week?" Kurt blinked, "You do realize there's going to be snow in a few hours? Have you not been watching the news?"
"Which is why I'm heading out now, Elf."
"You could take the X-Jet after it stops snowing," he suggested, "It'd be faster anyways. Where are you going anyways?"
"That's on a need-to-know basis."
Logan grabbed the handle of the door pushing forward the front door of the mansion, letting in the cold winter air.