YOU'RE LOSING ME ✦ WOLVERINE

CHAPTER TWO

TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 4TH — 2007

THE NIGHT CAME and passed, and Logan woke up the next morning still thinking about that girl.

He needed to get her out of his head. He was old enough to be her grandfather, that's for sure. And she barely looked his way, so old men were more than likely not her type.

Stop. Who even cared about her type! He knew what his type was. For a moment, he let himself get lost in the memory of Jean, closing his eyes. Her soft, long red hair, her gentle hands on his chest, his claws ripping into her chest, feeling her ribcage, stopping her heartbeat—

Logan set a hand against the bed, opening his eyes as he steadied himself. The world spun around him. Forget Jean for the moment, then. It had been a year since her death.

He was leaving this town as soon as he got the information for getting Scott's motorcycle fixed anyways.

Stretching and rubbing his hands over his face, Logan sighed as he got out of bed, deciding to face the day. Getting out of bed now everyday was a challenge. It was only made easier by the fact that Charles had managed to return, despite his death. Seeing him in that hospital bed a month before had helped give him at least a little bit of life. Even though it had only been a year since his return, the body he had transferred in still needed recovery. He was still an old man.

He looked out the window at the small quaint town. It was definitely the type of place where everybody knew each other, which was why he wanted to get out of here as fast as he could. Nobody needed to know who he was.

He got dressed in fresh clothes from his duffle bag, and left his motel room, stuffing his room key in his pocket. It was one of those motels with a single floor, so he was able to walk right over to his motorcycle, and kick it off towards the bar.

He could have walked to the bar, but he was scared to leave the motorcycle at the motel. It felt like he would have let Scott down immensely if it got stolen.

He walked in, and was slightly disappointed to see that the girl wasn't there. But there were some other people this time, some construction workers sitting in the corner eating their lunches.

Christ. It was lunchtime? Logan realized he hadn't even checked the time when he had gotten up, but there was the clock, showing that it had just struck noon. He rubbed his face again, and sat down at the bar.

"Want something for lunch, sir?" The bartender asked him. Logan looked at the menu that he had slid onto the counter, and ordered a random sandwich. He hadn't even looked at what came on it, he just...Didn't really care. But he guessed he should eat.

"Coming right up!" The bartender said, starting on his lunch. Logan sat silently at the bar, and noticed that another baseball game was playing. Jerry must record them all, he thought.

"Do you know of any car repair shops?" Logan finally asked. "Either in town, or any towns nearby?"

Jerry looked back at Logan over his shoulder, and replied, "Son, Bayton Repairs next door can help you. The owner's name is Clara, she's good at fixing up cars and lots of other stuff."

Logan then physically turned so he could look out the window, and huh—now he could see the sign, which hadn't been lit up the night before.

Bayton Repairs, the bigger sign said. He could see another sign in the window below, but he couldn't read it. So he'd have to when he went over there after lunch.

"Also, here you are!" Jerry cheerfully said as he slid the plate onto the counter in front of Logan, who looked down at the food and realized he wasn't hungry. But he felt a little bad, since he had already ordered it. So he thanked Jerry, and began eating anyway.