[upbeat music][rock music] It is a cold winter's night in upstate New York in a town in Westchester County.
A rare snowstorm has settled in, and most people have fled the streets for the comfort of their homes, or failing that, somewhere they can relax.
Maybe I should have gone to Moyer Island with the others to drop off Rachel, or with Storm, whatever she's doing, but I needed answers.
He downs his drink and continues to brood for a while.
[beer sloshing] Spent days hanging around New York, watching that ship floating in the sky.
He stands up, pays his tab, and exits.
[door closing] The flurry of the snow outside is as nothing compared to the turmoil in his mind.
[car roaring] It's really Jeanie, but how? And why didn't they tell us? Summers, you should have told us.
He trudges aimlessly through the snow with no set destination.
He simply walks, unaware that he is being watched.
On a rooftop nearby stand two figures.
They were men once, but now they are cyborgs, hodgepodge mixtures of man and machine, asymmetrical and armed, and they owe it all to Logan.
Across town, another cyborg waits in a dark warehouse.
[upbeat music][rock music] It is a cold winter's night in upstate New York in a town in Westchester County.
A rare snowstorm has settled in, and most people have fled the streets for the comfort of their homes, or failing that, somewhere they can relax.
Maybe I should have gone to Moyer Island with the others to drop off Rachel, or with Storm, whatever she's doing, but I needed answers.
He downs his drink and continues to brood for a while.
[beer sloshing] Spent days hanging around New York, watching that ship floating in the sky.
He stands up, pays his tab, and exits.
[door closing] The flurry of the snow outside is as nothing compared to the turmoil in his mind.
[car roaring] It's really Jeanie, but how? And why didn't they tell us? Summers, you should have told us.
He trudges aimlessly through the snow with no set destination.
He simply walks, unaware that he is being watched.
On a rooftop nearby stand two figures.
They were men once, but now they are cyborgs, hodgepodge mixtures of man and machine, asymmetrical and armed, and they owe it all to Logan.
Across town, another cyborg waits in a dark warehouse.
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