At least one thing hadn’t change; when Warren needed to clear his mind, he would hit the sky. Tonight wasn’t an exception. Warren frowned and went higher; the air getting thinner but he didn’t mind. But he did have a tele conference in thirty minutes and he needed get ready.
Getting closer to his house, he spotted a familiar figure standing on his doorstep. Ah, yes. The smell of Logan’s cig was hard to miss. “Logan? What are you doing here?”