Jack had gotten as far as dozing and just starting to dream. But when Logan got up and he lost his warmth, Jack was right back fully awake.

When the water began to run he got up and went to the phone, ordering up a greasy hangover cure of a breakfast, some good strong coffee, and some pills. Logan's head had to be killing him.

Then he got dressed and sat, as if he'd never been to bed in the first place.

"What'chu got for me, Twitter?" he asked his phone, calling up the app.