Seeing the impact, Ape jumped off of Logan so he could land himself into the desert ground. But Logan and Wade weren't so lucky - slamming down against each other and then rolling to a stop on the grasslands a few feet away. Wade on top of Logan. Chest to chest. Hip to hip.

Deadpool clung on.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

"Get the fuck off of me!"

"I'm almost done." Wade groaned.

Logan's eyes widened. "Almost done what?"

"Getting my knife out of your buttocks, you pervert." He pulled his knife out of Wolverine's butt and Logan then flung Wade off of him. "Get your mind out of my pants."

"Kid?" Logan looked around, spotting Ape coming towards them on his knuckles. "Kid? You alright?" Ape nodded. Logan's eyebrow rose in confusion. "Can't you talk?"

Ape shrugged, nervously chewing the inside of his cheek.

Wade sighed, "Great. Stuck in the middle of nowhere with Phineas Taylor Barnum and his mime."

"New rules: I talk now." Logan snapped.

"That's gonna be very hard on the audience."

"Shut the fuck up. Let me fucking think." After a pause, he asked, "We've gotta get back to Paradox, right?" Silence. "RIGHT?"

Beat.

"Je m'excuse. Am I allowed to speak now--"

"Just nod, asshole."

Deadpool nodded.

"Right. Then we find the others that poor kid was talking about before you got him killed."

"'Poor kid'??? He was like FIFTY!!!"

"If there's a chance they know how to get out of here, we find them. We make those TVA fuckers fix my shit like you fucking promised."

Deadpool clapped his hands in excitement. "I smell a quest."

Wolverine then spotted Ape sniffing the air and did the same. He turned his head and his eyes followed the smell. A diner.

"I smell food."