The door slams shut, Mark stares at their faces, the world seems to freeze. They shout his name uncertainly. The man turns around, his gaze meeting Helly's. He almost takes a step toward her when he suddenly realizes. His bloody spouse is outside the door, what he's doing. It's like he's being burned. Scout instantly turns back to the door. Not looking back. Mark opens the door, stepping out the door. His innie disappears like a mask, he opens his eyes. There they stand before him. Alive. "Jesus, it's really you." His face lights up with a tired smile. He brushes his tangled black hair away from his forehead. "I thought you were... dead." He said finally, struggling to say the words he'd been unable to say out loud for so long. Mark closed his eyes. He could feel a sense of life slowly, painfully returning in him. Not a job. Not a function. Love.