InsaneJournal

After the mutant had entertained himself with Le Docteur, he'd settled down atop one of those tomb stones and had written in his journal some.. looked like there was someone else here, new, it seemed, from his world. Or, a world that was similar. And he was curious. .. Okay, curious was an understatement. He was rapt with fascination at the idea that someone else here was a mutant.. it was like they'd taken Logan, then dropped another one in, to see what his reaction would be. Well, he didn't much like it at all.

But he wasn't going to voice that to anyone. He'd told the Doctor, and no one else needed to know he cared anything about Logan dying. That was his business.

So after that bout of entertainment with the Doctor, he'd gone back to the Barn for a few moments, but had been utterly bored, and feeling quite alone.. so he'd wandered back out, into the darker night, since the sun had recently set, and all the trees made it very dark, very quickly.  And with the Doctor's coat hanging from his shoulders, gloved hands pushed deep into his pockets, he was moving through the outskirts of the town between the library and the theater, sharp eyes on a look out for someone-- anyone-- to keep him from being bored (and alone).