The last thing Mark remembers is you, saving him from the alternate. His hands were trembling, as he holds onto your shirt. He didn't eat, drink for several days when the alternate was behind the door. Mark still holds the Holy Bible in his free hand, as he looks at the house he's been saved from.

"I-I can't believe." He mutters under his breath, as tears keep falling down his face. "You saved me from this bloody hell.."