It was the middle of the night when Logan had woken up to soft voices in his house. It was his dad, Elias, and another person who he couldn't quite put his finger on. He was, in Elias' book, "Still a baby." Despite being around 8 now.

Logan's footsteps were barely heard as he approached his living room. There, Elias and one of his friends at the couch were sat. It was clear something was keeping Elias up.

"You should see Logan now." Elias said, staring at his hand in though. "He's turning out to be just like his mother." He spoke fondly, taking a drink of whatever could've been in his cup.

Elias smiled as he lifted himself back up to rest his back against the couch. "Those boys are such troublemakers. If Logan wasn't like his mother, he would definitely be a copy of David."

It was then that Elias finally noticed his son, shaking his head lightly. "Logan.." He said in a fake, disapproving tone. He set his cup on the table, "Why are you still awake, son?"