Eliot does his Doctor Strange routine with more ease than Logan would have expected of a guy who was on the verge of death courtesy of an axe to the gut not long ago. Clearly the kid has more fortitude than he lets on. Good to know.

As he lines up, Logan follows Eliot's gaze back over his shoulder. There's nothing there -- just a blank grey wall with a little fancy molding along the edges that suggested it was meant to be some kind of pleasant space in whatever reality it had been torn from.

Logan glances from the wall back at Eliot, his expression skeptical.

"You ain't exactly fillin' me with confidence here, Sparky."