"Well Chuck, after a trip that spanned three continents, I wound up at the old Weapon X facility in Canada. I got my damn mind played with again and ended on an assassination mission. Guy turned out to be a telepath and fixed my head, so I helped him escape. As thanks he sorted out the crap in my mind."
Logan made a motion of swirling his arms around each other, then pointed at his head. "All the real and false memories are jumbled together. But he pretty much tagged each one as 'this is real' or 'this is false'." Logan had a desperate look on his face, "I want the damn false ones gone, Chuck. I want them outta there. Some of the memories that are false just hurt to remember, others hurt to realize they aren't real. You know my head, Chuck. I've got some bad stuff rattling around, It'll be nice to get some of that shit out. Maybe sometime I'll even tell you more about what happened, but for now...can you help me?"