Trina probably got the first phone call before Logan made it home, from her ex-boyfriend of all people, properly apologetic but-think-you-should-know, that her little brother had hit YouTube very very drunk.

There were more after that, and e-mails, and this morning, early, one from Parker Lee, who thought someone needed to know what had happened and should check on Logan, and she was sorry, but she didn't know who else to call.

Also, she still had Logan's car keys, and what should she do with them?

So Trina, seven and a half months pregnant, got in the car and drove down to Neptune this morning, went to Hearst to get her brother's keys from Parker, and has now let herself into her brother's apartment.

Things have not improved since she was last here, that's painfully obvious.

"LOGAN."