"Goodbye, Dan," he said softly, staring at the door after it had closed. He'd... he'd be back. Everything he'd said had indicated that. Mark closed his eyes and sank back against his pillow, exhausted beyond words by their conversation, drained both emotionally and physically. He hadn't the energy to stay awake, though he feared sleeping after dredging up all those memories. Soon, however, the blackness claimed him despite his efforts.