Taking the initiative, he brushed past Jack to climb out of the shower.

"Can you smell that? It's like the air before a thunderstorm," he said. "First warning before you pack your board up and get the hell out of the water."

The air crackled again, the faint hiss and pop followed by a loud crack and a bright flash of light. It seemed to surrounded Logan, and though it was there for barely a second, it took a moment to recover from the blinding force of it.

Logan had fallen, but only to his knees. He seemed okay, bit visibly... Smaller? The pounds of muscle had been replaced with the lean figure of a swimmer. Slightly narrower shoulders, a rounder jaw and face...

He looked dazed, and he frowned as he looked down at himself, then over at Jack. Timelines crashed together inside his head, both sides fuzzy now as his brain did its best to weave together a story that made sense. Something to help maintain the now much younger man's sanity. Logan wasn't as young as his island self had been, but he was years younger than his military counterpart. A happy medium between the two it seemed.

"If you're going to bring electricity into the bedroom you've got to give me a safe word first, jackass," he grunted, rubbing his head and finding his feet. He appeared puzzled, and it seemed to take his mind a moment to lace together the timelines to explain where he was and why.

"This is why we need to move. This dump makes the island look like a five star resort."