I've spent more than enough time at the fair. As amusing as it was to come across Logan prowling through that kind of environment, the noise of it is bothersome. I had almost gotten used to how loud and fast the world was when I was transported here, and the sudden cacophony of the carnival rides is, after an hour or two of taking the thick of it in- even if seeing Olivia was a bright spot- more than enough.

As I fall out of the immediate range of neon lights and tinny calliope music, heading with my hands in my pockets into the shadows of the trees, I all but stumble onto a couple caught in a clinch. I come up short.

"All right, kids, I think there's probably somewhere else you can- ...be- Bucky?"