He almost runs out of the elevator. After everything he'd learned, he wanted to see them. Who care what happens at the end. This world was falling apart, and Mark wanted to see the one person who had always been there for him. The longing for the reunion was almost intoxicating. He knew he had to save Gemma, he knew this all had to end. But something faint, nasty sense of selfishness said he had to find them. Mark looked around, instantly recognizing a familiar figure without thinking, closing in for a hug. Familiar scent, familiar walls, he was almost ready to cry. Almost. Everything is going to hell. Or rather, let it all go to hell.