It had taken them three days to get from their previous location to Logan's home, and it was a stretch of three days that Callie knew she would never forget. Between the half-drunken laughs in the evenings to the moments in the nearly empty diner, the two of them eating dinner while discussing current mutant ideaologies (all it had taken was one nasty look from a waitress for Callie to go off on her for being a judgemental bitch), she was truly starting to dread the end of their time together. For the first time in a very long time, Callie felt like she belonged right where she found herself in the mornings, and it had nothing to do with the location. Conversations were second nature with Logan, and even with him insisting on staying on the couch at night now, it was far better than waking up alone in a motel room smelling of alcohol and regret.

They weren't finished with their job yet, though. They still had to face Victor himself.

Pulling down the overgrown road, Callie sighed and parked the van. Laying across the center of the road was a large, fallen tree, and part of her wondered if it was put there on purpose. It was almost too convenient that they were so close to their destination, and they were suddenly faced with a literal road block. Then again, there had been a heavy storm the night before, and it was entirely possible it was a legit fallen tree. It looked old, and it was probably rotted. It could have even been there for years, as far as they knew.

" . . . Tell me I'm not the only one thinking that this tree was put here on purpose." Turning to look at Logan, Callie was already undoing her seatbelt. She couldn't help him move it, no, but she didn't plan on doing that. They were close enough now that they could just walk, and if they wanted to have the element of surprise, they couldn't leave her van sitting outside the old home.

"It didn't storm that bad last night."