The sound came out of nowhere, and all Logan saw was blood before the stranger grabbed him and pulled him tight against his chest.

He could feel the cold metal of the gun, but all he could see was Jack laying face down on the ground. Dead. Lifeless.

He shouted and struggled, not to get free, but to get closer to his fallen husband, and he heard nothing John said as he tried to free himself, shouting Jack's name as his world slowly fell apart.

...He hardly even seemed to be aware of his own peril.

And then he was gone. Just... gone.