<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/kPul1Qb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cyclops (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918911#msg12918911)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the sky, co-pilot’s seat<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 7th, evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Logan (closed)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black leather flight suit and visor. Hair is down around shoulders.<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Conversation about Alex Summers<br/><hr/>Salem stayed focused, it was easy for her to stay on task while she was distracted, or while she was busy with something else entirely. Multi-tasking, as far as she could tell, was an impossible idea. But, she could keep track of different lines of information, and attend to them in the right order. But, she was concerned. She’d heard this tone from people before, and Logan had a way of speaking with his heart on his sleeve. Nothing seemed to be hiding behind his actions. It was clear that Salem was supposed to know who this person was.<br/><br/>She tried to sort out internally where this name could have come from.<em>‘He used the word ‘he’, so this Alex isn’t a girl.’ - ‘ I’m a girl, though. If Logan was talking about a man in his universe, maybe Alex is a girl here.’ - ‘Scott’s lover?’ - ‘Scott’s friend?’ - ‘My friend?’ - ‘my lover?’ </em><br/><br/>Salem’s hands were still waving and circling over instruments, even though she wasn’t doing anything. Her mind was doing circles too, but the two motions weren’t connected. Keeping her hands busy helped her think, but it didn’t help her listen. She continued flying, thinking, and trying to listen to Logan.<em>‘Missing family.’ - ‘No.’ - ‘It’s more likely to be a mistake, like he said,’ - ‘some kind of mistaken name,’ - ‘Living in two universes is confusing.’ - ‘Scott’s friend,’ - ‘Scott’s rival?’ </em>This wasn’t going to stop, she continued in circles mentally.<br/><br/>She didn’t do much responding though, that crease in her forehead, and the steady nature of the craft kept her at ease. There was a whirlwind behind that Ruby-quartz visor.<strong>“So, when did yo-”</strong>Logan seemed to almost be panicked, she thought she had time to respond, but now he was pulling away from the conversation, slipping back into where they were before she was confused. Salem didn’t like it. She could tell something was being concealed. It wasn’t in her nature to just let that slide away, especially when the two of them were alone in the cockpit, and the goal was to ‘fly straight.’<br/><br/><strong>“Logan.”</strong>Salem had an adult’s voice when she wanted to, a tiny adult, but still an adult.<strong>“Come clean.”</strong>She didn’t know what she was digging at, but it felt bizarre to have her mentor hesitating like this when it came to casually sharing about their lives.<strong>“Who is Alex? Who was he in your world? Why should I know him?”</strong><br/>