--Unknown--

Logan coughed as he saw nothing but complete light shining on his face. He wasn't in the forest he was in before. He was in a wooden shack which looked like it was broken down years ago.

There was missing wood on the wall and broken down windows around the room. It seemed like it was day as he started to sit down.

"Where the hell am I?" Logan thought, coughing.

He looked at his left body which has already completely healed. All he could remember was a full barrage of bullets in his left chest. Suddenly, he heard footsteps and the door opened.

"You should be resting, Logan." Nightcrawler said, placing water on the table.

"What the hell are you doing here? Where the fuck am I?" Logan asked.

"Don't get startled, we are in Quebec. Colossus and I dragged you all the way here for you to heal."

"Who sent you here?"

"Charles ordered Colossus and I to find you. We heard that A.I.M. has been hunting you in Canada and searched for you all over the place. We finally heard gunshots being fired and found you." Nightcrawler said, drinking the water.

Logan coughed. He looked around and thought this was a X-Men hideout. He tried to grab his phone which was not there.

"How long have I been sleeping?" Logan asked.

"I would say you have been sleeping for at least a day." Nightcrawler informed him.

"And you didn't wake me up?!" Logan shouted, as he heard heavy footsteps approaching.

Colossus entered the room. He was still in good shape, but he must be drunk to think that considering he is metal.

"Like Nightcrawler said, you should be healing." Colossus said, arms crossed.

"Don't you know I can heal fast? So you could have just woken me up while I was asleep in Ontario." Logan said.

"Charles is calling you back home. We need your help, Logan."

"Like what kind of help? Can't you see I'm already tired because I've been doing this shit for at least 160 years. Let me live the rest of my life in peace."

"Finding a job isn't working for you, is it?" Nightcrawler said, looking at Logan.

"You don't talk shit about me finding a job, you understand me? It's because I'm a fucking mutant, you think they will let me get a job?!"

"Stop arguing! Bottom line is that you have to come home and help us in the mission that Cable is desperately trying to invite you to." Cable said.

"I don't have time for this shit." Logan said, standing up and walking towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Nightcrawler asked.

"Wherever the fuck I want to." Logan said, opening the door and walking into the woods.

Nightcrawler and Colossus looked at each other, confused. All this searching for nothing.

"Colossus, what do we do now?" Nightcrawler asked, drinking more water.

"He's going to be in danger alone. Get Charles on the phone, he will know what to do." Colossus said.

--Xavier's School--

Charles collected his books as all the other students started walking out of the room. The book contained information which will be very good for the younger students. He thought he'd shared it to the class while he can.

Once he entered the hallways, mutant students started greeting him kindly as they went back to their classes. As Charles roamed around the hallways, he was greeted by Storm.

"Hello, professor. Seems like you ended your class early today." Storm said, leaning on the door.

Charles chuckled. "They seem tired after the mutant training they did yesterday so I decided to read them this book I've been reading. I think Charles Darwin wrote about it, it covers the mutant genes." Charles said.

"You have to lend me that book sometime. The students have been craving for a story."

"You can borrow the book anytime. I'm sure it will be hanging around in my office." Charles smiled.

"I better get back to my class. I think they are finished watching the film I told them to watch." Storm said, going back to the classroom.

"And Storm, can you do me a favor?" Charles said and she looked at him. "Please say hello to T'Challa for me." Storm smiled in reply as she returned to her classroom.

Charles went down the stairs and into his office. He parked his chair onto his desk and continued reading. It was very fascinating for him to explore the mutant gene, he does know the functions of it but he wanted to dive deeper. He kept reading before he was interrupted by a knocking on his door.

"Come in, the door is open to any mutant." Charles said.

As the door slowly opened, Charles expected it to be Hank. Instead, it was Jean who poked her head on the door.

"I'm sorry, Charles, for interrupting you but Colossus is calling you." Jean said.

"Can you please hand the phone over to me?" Charles said, as Jean got the phone, gave it to Charles and proceeded to walk out.

"Charles, we have some good news and bad news." Colossus said through the phone.

"May you please start off with the good news." Charles said.

"Good news is that Nightcrawler and I found Logan. We found him in Ontario lying down with bullets in his chest but he has already regenerated and can already walk."

"It is great that you have found him in one piece. And what is the bad news?"

"He has recently awoken and left for he didn't want to join us. I reminded him about the job Cable was offering him and he refused it. He suddenly went out into the woods and now we can't find him."

"Well then. I will send Jean and Scott over there to help you. I'm sure she can convince Logan to come back to the School."

"I hope so. Nightcrawler and I are headed to a local bar to ask for any signs of him. Call you later if we see him." Colossus hung up the phone.

After that, Charles rested on his chair. Should he really send Jean to help Logan? She can get seriously injured, yet again he is too old to go there. He had to think about it for a few hours.

--Quebec--

Logan walked across the street and into a local store. He went into the beverages section and looked for beer. He was too tired. Even from a day of rest he was still worn out from the wounds he received.

He got two cans of beer and walked over to the cashier. Before he went to the counter, he reached for his wallet which was thankfully still there.

"That would be $12, sir." The cashier said.

"Don't you think you can lower the price to about $9?" Logan asked.

"Sorry, sir, but I can't. There is a buy one, tak-"

"I don't need you telling me that kind of bullshit. Here." Logan said, handing over the money.

Once he got out, he looked around. There was no sign for him to actually get back to Ontario or to even get out of Quebec. There was just no chance of him getting out.

"How the fuck will I get out of here?" Logan thought.