Back in London, Logan has managed to get a shower though he can't remember if he actually shampooed his hair or not. He put on his old pair of Yale sweats which always remind him of Rory. He's sitting at the kitchen counter eating an egg and toast when he hears the door shut. He assumes Odette is back. He's mentally preparing for a third round with her royal highness.

"LOGAN WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHY ARE YOU NOT AT WORK? WHY IS YOUR SECRETARY MOVING ALL YOUR THINGS AROUND? GET DRESSED. THERE IS WORK TO BE DONE!"

You have got to be kidding me. How did my father get in here?

Logan gets up and walks out of the kitchen ready to face Mitchum Huntzberger.

"Hello father. I worked all day Saturday. I can take a day off. I'm not a slacker with work. I can afford to take a day off now and then. What are you doing here anyway? How did you get in? You don't have a key."
"Son you look like hell! But that's not an excuse. As far as how I got in here, if Mitchum wants something he gets it. I wanted in so I got what I wanted. Don't look so surprised. I hear Odette called in for you. You don't even have the audacity to do it yourself? When I think of how far you've come, things like this remind me how unprepared you are for your life's calling."
"My life's calling? MY LIFE'S CALLING? You really think I wouldn't trade places with someone else if I could? God, I need another drink if I'm going to have a conversation with you. I'm barely functioning right now."
"No Logan, I will talk and you will listen! You've been off the past few weeks. I've noticed it, your secretary has noticed it and our contacts with the Japan merger have voiced concerns. Whatever is going on in that head of yours better correct itself and it better do it right now! Here's what I'll do, because every once in a while I am a good guy, I'll give you a pass for tomorrow. But come Wednesday your ass better be back in the office with your head in the game."
"Dad, I don't...."
"Hush Logan. I'm extending a good grace to you. Just take it for what it's worth. I have things to do since some of us have to work. Goodbye."

Can I just start digging a hole right here and not stop til I've reached somewhere far far away from here? I can't take much more of this.

Logan rounds the corner and looks at rest of his uneaten food. It looks unappealing at this point. He goes over to the bar and scans the shelf. 

No. No. Why do I even have that one? Nope. Finn's bottle. No. Oh, yes, Whiskey. No time like the present.

He takes his new bottle of choice and swipes a clean glass as he makes his way back towards the office. He honestly doesn't know what to think of Mitchum's unannounced visit.