Wolverine woke up in 1997, laying in bed next to a sleeping woman, both of them naked. Standing up and getting dressed, Logan looked out of the window, finding himself in Times Square. Howlett walked out of the motel and hopped on his motorbike, before riding it to the X-Mansion. Wolverine walked up to the School’s front door and knocked on it. Almost immediately, a young man looked up sternly. -Scott?- Logan couldn’t help but chuckle. -What’s so funny?- Summers replied bitterly. -Move aside, bub. I need to talk to the Professor.- -Explain what?- Professor X inquired. -Who sent you?- Charles asked.