Logan shut the refrigerator door, then walked back to the living room. One hand held an ice pack up to his head; his other hand also had an ice pack. "Here ya go..." Logan said as he tossed the bag through the air. Angel caught the ice. "Thanks," she said as she held it to her right elbow. "Are you okay?" Angel asked the limping man. "Yeah, I'll be fine... I'll be sleeping good tonight, though..." Logan sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. [i]"Two humans and one Awoken have been found, murdered. All three were in their two hundred and sixties. The images are very gruesome, so viewer discretion is advised..."[/i] The news anchor said before flashing images on the screen. Angel covered her mouth. "Oh my..." she whispered. "What is that guy wearing?" Logan asked as he leaned forward. "What?..." Angel asked. "Look, at that guy in the back... What is he wearing?..." Logan asked again. "Logan, three people were just killed... And you're worried about the fashion of some bystander?" Angel asked judgingly. Logan tapped the TV screen. "He's wearing 3D glasses, a neon green hoodie, sky blue basketball shorts, and crocs... Aaand he was in all three pictures, too! Does that not raise suspicion to you?" Logan could see it in Angel's eyes; it clicked for her. "That does look pretty odd... Wanna go track him down and interrogate him?!" Angel asked with a bright smile. "Nooo!!" Logan replied with a shake of his head. "I'm goin' to bed..." "Bed?" Angel asked. "Yeah, I'm exhausted! First, we're kickin' a** downtown; next, I'm getting my a** kicked while trying to train you..." Logan replied. "And by the way, my bed's all yours... It's a small one, so don't roll off," Logan placed the ice pack over his eyes and laid his head back. "What about you?" Angel asked as she turned around. "I'll sleep in here," the man replied. "Well, all right... Thanks," Angel replied as she got up. She kissed Logan's cheek, then left the room. A couple of hours had passed, but Logan was still wide awake on his futon. His mind still racing, thinking about the fight he and Angel had gotten into, and won. Logan had lived in the City for two months, but he never noticed the crime here. Not until now. "Silajir?" "Hmm?" Logan replied, kind of. "What are you doing out here?" Merlin asked. "I'm trying to get some sleep, but that's not workin' too well. Why?" The man asked in return. "Shouldn't you be in your [i]bed[/i]room?" "Angel's sleeping in there..." "Exactly! Isn't the purpose of human relationships solely for procreation?" Merlin exclaimed. Logan took a deep breath in, then exhaled through his nose. He rolled to his side and looked at his ghost. "Merlin, what the h***?... What the h***?..." "I'm serious! You may have about two hundred and fifty years left, but you haven't even made an effort to reproduce..." The ghost replied. "Okay, first: she's been here for two days... two, Merlin. I'm not gonna make a move on her that soon. Secondly: we're waiting until we get married..." Logan rolled onto his back again. Merlin blinked multiple times. "Why?... Rings won't increase her chances of being great with child," Merlin's eye shot wide open. "You've found enchanted rings, haven't you?!" "What? No," Logan replied. "Oohhh... I understand," Merlin said softly. "Angel can't have children, can she?" Logan scraped his fingers over his skull, tempted to rip his own eyes out. "Merlin, what are you talking about?!" "I just can't understand why you would wait!" The ghost shouted. "I'm not havin' this conversation! Go to your wizard chamber, or whatever it's called!" Logan rolled over so he didn't have to look at Merlin. "Fine..." Merlin said as he flew away. [i]Logan sat up immediately. He was breathing deeply and uncontrollably. He looked at his hand, but he stared at it for a while. He squinted. It was like he couldn't recognize his own hand. "We must hurry, Silajir! We're going on an adventure!" Shouted a voice. Logan tried to scurry away, but he was still fatigued. His eyes were huge as he stared at the wierd object wearing a little blue wizard hat. He tried to speak, but he just kept gasping. "W-w-whoo... are... you?!" He asked finally. "There's no time, Silajir! We must go! Adventure awaits!" The thing exclaimed. "Who are you?" Logan asked as his vision began to clear up. "Ugh. If you must know, I am Merlin, your ghost. Now, as I said, we must hurry!" The ghost flew off. Logan tried to stand up, but fell back into the mud. He gritted his teeth and shut his eyes tight. Logan got back to his feet, but he could only limp out of the crater. The man looked over to see a large boulder, and a skeleton's hand stuck under it. "Merlin, what is that?" He asked. "A distraction, Silajir, a distraction..." the ghost replied before flying ahead. Logan stared at the hand, but he finally left anyways. After an undetermined amount of time later, Logan and Merlin returned to the area, soon known as Crater Bluff. This was not the same man that left the crater limping, he was strong and dawning a forest green overcoat. He also wore a hood that covered his metal apparatus. Logan looked over the bluff, down into the drowned Chicago. There were no visible streets, buildings were sunken to their second stories, vines were climbing up walls, and trees burst out of windows. "I knew this place..." Logan said to himself. "It does not surprise me. This was once a famous city..." Merlin replied. Logan ignored the voice, then slid down the crater wall. He rubbed his hand across the jagged rock surface, until his finger brushed the bone of the trapped skeleton. Logan thought deeply, trying to remember, but he was struggling. "Have you found a clue?" Merlin asked from afar. "Was it [b]murder[/b]?" Logan continued to ignore him. "I remember this..." Logan said to himself. The neurons in his head clicked. "It can't be... Oh, please don't let it be true!" "Let what be true?" Merlin asked again. Logan fell to his knees and tears welled up in his eyes. "Is this... Angel?..." he asked as he turned to the ghost. "Angels are depicted as spiritual beings, and are just folklore. Even if they were real, I doubt a rock could kill one..." Merlin replied. "No! Angel, a woman! I think she was my girlfriend..." Logan shouted back. "We were up here once! That was the last thing I remembered before seeing you! This d***ed rock killed her!!" Logan began thrashing around, and his body began turning a deep purple. The man spun around and went to punch the rock in his rage, but before he even touched the boulder, it shattered under his power.[/i] Logan woke up, eyes wide open. He sat up from his futon and looked around. He was still in his living room, not in Old Chicago. His face was sweaty and he was out of breath. Logan finally laid back down, and tried to relax. He pulled the covers back over him, then gave a deep breath out. The man continued to stare at the ceiling for the rest of the night.