Would Roger never let him live that on eensy film down? It had seemed a good idea at the time. A focus on religion and its effects on people's sexuality. He just happened to include himself in it. Which sort of meant outing that little fact for the world to see. Granted, no one had actually watched it, other than Roger, who swore it was for moral support but now Mark was starting to think it was just to flip through for blackmail material.
The whore. Maureen. It was just a given, even Roger didn't go around calling women derogatory names. Women who weren't Maureen.
And, despite himself, even after all that time, Mark's eyes lit up. "Maureen's here, too?" he asked eagerly. And then it hit him. From Valentine's Day. It was Halloween. How was it even possible for them to be eight months apart? "How? How can she be that far from... I mean... So she doesn't know about..." Then he paused. What if Roger didn't know about Angel? "How does that work? Where are you from, then? Or, well, when are you from?"