Logan (canucklehead) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-11-27 00:34:00 |
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The walk to Carol's door took longer than Logan would have liked. Their exchange of text messages had littered his head with thoughts. Yashida meant a lot of things to Logan. It meant a lot of painful memories that had led to lifelong feuds with one of the few people Logan actually disliked tangling with. Of course, there was more to it than that and, with each surging memory, he felt his legs get heavier. Logan paused for a moment, genuinely debating pausing to send a message to call the whole thing off. Did he really want to go staring into that shit? Did he really want to open up the box of memories from an alternate reality? How close would they be? Would it even look anything like Mariko? Would he really want to see all that again? Logan sighed out loud for a moment, though the sound came out more like a groan. This whole idea sounded worse the more he thought about it. The whole thing seemed like it wasn't going to do much then drudge up bad memories. Still, maybe there were some clues to this whole ordeal they found themselves in, here in small town Maine. Besides, Carol had said it wasn't him, or at least not this him. Fuck, this whole thing could get really confusing. At the same time though Logan couldn't ignore it. It'd be there, nagging at him, needling at the curious side of his brain, until he gave into it. There was also the part about maybe finding a way back home and, in no small part, the fact that Carol was probably one of the only people who'd get just how big a brain scrambler the whole thing would probably end up being. Having your memories played back to you as a third party event had a real knack for turning things upside down. Logan knew himself though, if he didn't get this damn thing out of the way it just wouldn't quit. Logan gave one, quick, tug on his jacket lapels, before he lifted a hand to knock on her door. |