When things get tough, what we need most of the time is a shoulder to help us up. While Clara and Paul ran off to hide from other gangs, Ladybird bore the guilt of driving the injured Logan to the only place she could guarantee his safety and stop his bleeding.

“Ahhhh!”

From seeing total blackness to a rust filled blur, his eyes finally parted. Instead of deciphering the sight before him, the smell of antiseptic and methylated spirits hit him.

“Relax.”

A soft resistance ...