Madison sat inside The Wolf Inn, her hands around a glass of water disguised as a mojito, the glass an attempt to keep her hands from visibly shaking. Wearing the only jeans she had in the cabin and one of Logan's flannels, she decided it was probably time to think about going to her place for more clothes. Sitting there, she tried not to keep darting furtive glances around the place, giving away the fact that she expected Doyle and his rogues to make their move and attack her. She kept a smile on her face as she forced conversation, casually glancing around, taking inventory of the bar, looking for anyone she might recognize from that night. The place had an ancient feel to it as light bounced off stained glass windows, casting colored shadows along the walls and the black and white tile
