"Reunited"
"Bryon what are you doing in here man?" Mark asks again.
"Mark, I'm glad you're O.K.! That was crazy what happened earlier...." Bryon realizes by Mark's expression he's suspicious about why he's in the kitchen, so he quickly says, "I was just about to head upstairs and I stopped in here-- got a drink" he slips what he found back into his pocket whilst reaching for a small glass next to the sink. Mark doesn't notice.
"You're in rough shape" Byron says as he continues focusing on Mark's leg bandages. "I should ask you the same question" still covering for being found in the kitchen.
"Yeah, shoot me. I'm ignoring the good doctor."Mark says as he limps over smiling heroically.
"I was unable to get Xavier, I rode after him in my car on his bike but he got away. What about Trevor? How is he?"
Mark says, "Not as well. Not so good. His father has told me that he's slipped into some kind of special coma. He may even lose sight in one of his eyes."
"Oh, no." Byron says, feeling somewhat guilty.
"It's not your fault Byron" Mark says noticing Bryon's hurt. "We are all just friggin' just lucky to be alive-- all of us."
"You're right" Byron says.
All of a sudden there is a blood curdling scream from upstairs.
"Oh, my God! That's Trevor."
"That doesn't sound good" Bryon says, as they both hurry out of the kitchen and quickly up the stairs.
