The last thing Logan had ever expected to happen, had just happened.

Unless you counted…

He hadn’t felt happy in awhile. The Japanese girl had just been a band-aid. A bridge. A reminder of who he was.

Or at least of who he’d been.

And no sooner had he gotten off of that plane, and felt his heart swell in his chest, had it plummeted. Right back, straight into his gut.

The world was ending, unless he saved the day.

Saved the girl.

Or Erik would finish what he’d started.

Charles didn’t say it, but he knew by the look in Lencher’s eyes…

Shit.

He should’ve stayed in Japan.