[ In retrospect, Logan's realizing he could've taken the wily route, pretended to eat breakfast with it and act like nothing was wrong until he could lead it somewhere, trap it, kill it. But those are far too many steps ahead for him to chart; it was never gonna happen.

Whatever. They'll find it. Somehow.

He pauses on the sidewalk, then cuts across through the gap in traffic. A snort. The reality of what Frank is telling him is unsurprising but no less annoying. ] You couldn't have been a guy happy to sit at home with a book?

[ He considers the short scuffle he had with the eyeless Frank, the way it failed to dodge his tackle, then fled straight out a window with wild desperation. Hell, it didn't actually attack him until he provoked it.

Slowly, he shakes his head. ] I doubt it's playing chess. It was reactive, like an animal. When it got backed into a corner, it ran.

[ So probably first thing it thinks of then. Unless it's evolving. Shit, he hopes it isn't getting smarter by the minute. ]