Logan | Hurricane

The wind had begun to howl and Jack had been out in the thick of it. It was his job to make sure people were safe. Not at the cost of his own safety, though, and as the storm really hit, Jack was nearly home. He'd entered Bohemia and was nearly to his hut when part of the roof tore off the bath house. It flew through the air, unseen in the darkness and the rain. Jack didn't see it but he felt it as the wood hit his head and took him to the ground. He passed out for a minute and woke up soaked and muddy. The bit of roof had cut his head and his collar was soaked with watered down blood as he got to his feet and got to his door. He felt awful but he knew he needed to get inside.

That was about all he knew.