[ Logan's not sure how long he's been in the maze. Long enough to get a throat full of dust and get sick of the sight of the sky, at least. The wrongness of the place vibrates through his bones, making him feel unsettled. Shaky. Too much like he did when he was three shades from death and full of the symptoms of advanced adamantium poisoning.

Needless to say, he doesn't enjoy the sensation.

But he's more than used to being in situations he doesn't enjoy. So he works. Does what he would do in any other place -- hunts for a way out, or at least a way to work out what the hell's going on.

He finds his way up to a rooftop, or at least a high point on something that ought to be a building. Once he's up there he has to pause to catch his breath, sat on the edge of the roof fighting down waves of dizziness. Goddamn, he already hates this place. ]