So as you already know, I rewrote last week’s episode Ghosts and that caused it to be a day late. When I moved around some sub-plots I caused a snow-ball effect and now I’m going to be late with the mid-season finale since I realized I had to deal with the events of Ghosts earlier than planned (but this isn’t a bad thing, trust me!).
Plus, I decided to do all this in probably the two busiest months of the year for me social-wise.
Did I mention this was a learning process?
I’ve since decided to move the Mid-Season Finale, 1X11 Pinnacle, to Christmas Day at 5e/4c. This gives me time to really have a sit down with it and see how it’s going to effect the second half of the season.
I really apologize and hope you all understand! And here is a sneaky for you to tell you how much I appreciate you!
In a bubble of a nearly blinding storm, three figures flew by, lost in the backdrop.
“This is the search grid,” Wolverine said as he checked the GPS locator.
“Good,” Carol said as she held onto a harness that was wrapped around the man’s torso, herself floating in the air thanks to her mutation which gave her the strength to counteract gravity, to a point, “cause you’ve put on a few pounds in your old age.”
The feral mutant was clearly not amused as he tucked away the device into his jacket.
“I will stay above,” Storm told them as she floated on the winds, “I can push this storm farther North and give you a reprieve, but it will be delicate as I do not want to dump twelve inches of snow over New England.”
“Understood,” Carol nodded to the woman, then looked down at Logan, “you picking up anything yet?”
“Nah,” he sniffed the air, “it’ll be better on the ground.”
“You want me to drop you any place in particular?” she asked him.
“Anywhere will be good,” he told her.
“Okay,” and with that she simply let go.
Logan fell like a rock, growling like a beast, but the Air Force Captain had no doubt he’d land on his feet with the grace of a feline.
“I commend you,” Storm said with a smirk.
“He’ll get over it,” she checked that her radio was secure to her belt and her thermal coat was zipped tight , “he always does.”
“Yes,” the woman nodded, “good luck in finding your friend.”
“Who needs luck when you have a Wolverine,” Carol winked, then dived down towards the Earth, looking for where the man would have landed.
“Hilarious,” he was all he said when she came to land in front of him.
“I thought so,” she smiled and then looked around to see nothing but white and trees, “got a direction yet?”
“Yeah,” he gestured to his left, “this way.”
“Just like old times, eh, Logan?” she said as they started to head that way.
He let out a rare honest laugh, “Just like old times.”
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