Mark tugged on the sleeves of his light grey hoodie slightly as he laid down on his bed. His cross necklace fell to his neck as he laid down, the gold metal feeling cold against his skin, though he didn't seem to be bothered by it. He laid there for a moment, wondering what to do. He'd lock himself in his room, his notebook and cam-recorder, along with a holy bible and a gun laid on his nightstand. He wanted to keep those items close to him... He shut his eyes for a moment, though he suddenly heard footsteps... They sounded to be just outside of his room. He sat up, staring at his door, noting the shadows of feet that showed under the door. His mind instantly went to an Alternate, it had to be... who else would know where he lives?.. Wait.. this thing didn't follow him from Cesar's house-did it?