For years, Wolverine defined himself as an X-Man, a part of a team working for the greater good. The X-Men became his family and gave him the mental stability that he lacked. Now he is not sure who is really is. Does his life have any value without being a member of the X-Men? He breaks away from the team and wanders aimlessly. Maybe he was never meant to live among humans. Wandering in the Mojave Desert, he wonders whether, with all the experiments that have been done to him, he is even human anymore...Can he find a way to live as a human or is he more animal than man?