"I had that," Logan snapped. There were three metal knives sticking out of his fists, and he turned to glare at Jessica. Before her very eyes, the wound on his beck from the rabbit was healing. It was like his throat had been ripped out and... and then the wound was gone.
He squinted. "...Jess?" She was Jess. At least a Jess. In the OC, people didn't always share the same dream universe.
But Logan had been close to Jessica and Luke. He'd even babysat their kid.