Her patience would be put to the test. In roughly one hour and fifteen minutes, Logan at last emerged. Both bars of soap had been obliterated, the bottom of the tub looked like it could be a throw rug, and he'd even bothered to shave his chin and neck. He smelled clean. And he'd even pulled on the dress pants and was in the middle of buttoning up the shirt.

Logan was unhappy about all of this.

"Damn soap. I can still smell it on me."