The Universe's Mixer

Logan wandered slowly down the sidewalk. He hadn't the opportunity to explore the City, spending most of his time at the cabin with Giselle. The good-natured woman was good for him, despite what his reputation in women was. Mostly Logan dabbled in females of the foreign cultures, but technically Giselle wasn't from around anywhere normal. That counted as foreign, right?

Maybe.

He wasn't even sure if there was anything there. She was a nice girl. He didn't want her getting mixed up with him if she could help it. Giselle deserved much better.

And a brooding wander through the park seemed like just the thing.

Logan crossed the street, stepped over the curb and had just placed his hands into the pockets of a worn leather jacket that he had found in a closet in his cabin when the temperature seemed to plummet.

Every breath that escaped him was a fog against the air. Strange. The temperature in the City had been mild thus far, he wasn't sure if it could actually snow.

But perhaps it was proving him wrong.

"What the...?" Logan breathed, watching as fog left his lips and disappeared into the air. He wasn't cold by any stretch of a measure. Sub-arctic temperatures were by far his favorite, but it was curious.

Very curious.