Mack was laying on the couch, bottle of Pepsi in hand. He didn't feel like moving. Sure, he still patrolled like normal, because people needed him, but his mind was far away. The only person who could really understand him was gone and he didn't know how to save her sister. That and he was trying to figure out if he could love, because if he could...he thought he loved Dawn.
When there was a knock at the door, he groaned. Tori wasn't home, so Mack would have to get the door himself. He was surprised to see it was Cassie on the other side.