Mark had been sleeping peacefully, but he awoke when his phone started ringing. He groaned internally, grabbing his phone and eyes widening when he saw that it was Jack calling him. "Jack , what's wrong? Its-" he looked at the clock on his nightstand "it's 1:37, is everything alright? You don't normally call me this late." He sat up, holding the phone between his shoulder and ear as he readjusted the blanket, it having fallen to his lap when he sat up.