Mark woke in his own bed back in the small town he called home. He wasn't sure how he had gotten there, but it must have been Agnus. He slowly lifted himself from his bed. His wounds still hurt. The bones had mended, but the pain was still there. He walked carefully down the steps, found some shoes, put them on, and walked out the door toward the library. Agnus must be in the library. It looked like it was after noon, and her house looked empty.

When Mark opened the door to ...