The moment the words left Cassandra’s mouth and rang clearly into Logan’s ears, he could feel his stomach twist and distort in anguish. Clearly Cassandra felt Logan was buying this rubbish, on and on she went, digging a deeper and deeper hole from which there was already no return. No climbing, dragging with fingernails, no miraculous retreat out of this hole. This grave.

“So, what are we going to do about it, Logan?” Cassandra asks. “We need to do something!”

“You’re right” replied Logan, hatred clear to see in his eyes.

“I know just what I need to do.”

With that Logan drew his sword...