I recognized the man as Logan. The man from Comic con. He did not seem to recognize me but I sure did recognize him. His wolf like dark brown hair had not changed. The beard going around his cheeks and above his lips easily reminded me of a wolf's whiskers except made of hair.

"And this is..." Mr Jrones starts to introduce me.

"Logan," I said, shaking his hand. "I know. We met before."

Logan raises his eyebrows.

"I have not met you before now, bub," Logan said as I let go of his hand."I don't know your name."

"My name is Emily Strange," I said.

"New person to me, bub," Logan said.

I stare at Logan.

"It wasn't that long ago," I said.

"I never met you until today," Logan said.

"Then I must have met someone else like you," I said, with a nervous laugh.

I cannot exactly specify why he is here in the first place. He spoke to a few other members of the operation—that is still under the cloak of secrecy—in private. I watch Logan leave through the door. In came a representative from another company called 'The Hardoff Manufacture Corp'.

His name is Sam Winters.

"I have proof what this corperation is making is not harmless," Sam said.

"What is it?" I ask.

"It is Metacla," Sam said. "Where is your boss? I am here to tell him of our proof and we are taking him to federal court for this."

"Right this way," I said. "I will be your tour guide to Mr Jrones."

"Good," Sam said.

I saw the signs to Mr Jrones room had been changed, fairly recently, so I took the directions anyhow. I could have swore I saw Ron panting while at the corner of the hallway getting a breath. He went on to say a few things about the Wayland-Yutani that I hadn't known. It was actually quite information providing shedding light on past employee's being framed for staged deaths long presumed never to be found again and be buried. But the corperation went ahead making it possible for the loved ones to bury their loss.

"Here," I said. "Mr Jrones will be right in with you."

"Thank you," Sam said. "Miss Strange."

I smile.

"He will get this issue resolved, hopefully," I said.

"And a agreement," Sam adds.

Sam opens the door then walks into the gray room. The door shuts behind him. I grab on to the knob but the door would not budge. I take a step back contemplating whether to use my rock powers on opening a metal door. I smell the faint scent of men perfume. The one I usually smell coming off Mr Jrones. Mr Jrones came by with a smile on his face.

"Did Sam go in?" Mr Jrones asks.

"He did," I said.

"He'll be out soon," Jrones said, pressing on the panel near to the door that I had not noticed. "You go home."

"But I am suppose-" I start but Mr Jrones interrupts me.

"No buts, Miss Strange," Mr Jrones said.

I sigh.

I can't really argue with the boss.

"Alright," I said, turning away.

I hear thumping on the door and what sounds someone pleading for help. I quickly look over my shoulders towards Mr Jrones. Mr Jrones did a 'go' gesture like someone dismissing a servant. I pretended not to hear the pleas then headed my way out of the building. What happened in that room? I don't know. What I do know is that leaving someone pleading for help did not sit well with me.

When I got home; I crashed on the couch.

I felt nothing.Just nothing or any pride of the day. Thank god for Loki being on a day long field trip. I look over to the phone contemplating whether to call Polly. Why not? I need to blow off some steam. Maybe I should get myself a Psychiatrist after chatting with Polly.

Yeah, I should really do that.