Claire was conflicted.  The Mark Windham she'd spent the morning with thus far was mostly a jerk but it had to be hard to come back to a place that had a hand in changing his life forever.  She couldn't even begin to imagine the thoughts and feelings that had to be racing through his head.  She paused long enough to ensure the door closed behind them before heading after him toward the wall of lockers.<br/><br/>Trying her best to be unobtrusive as he began to talk, she pulled her phone out of her purse and set it to record.  Her lips pressed together as he shared how he cleaned out his locker before going to the hospital and she sighed.  His priorities back then were so ass backward and it seemed they still were.  "Jesus, Mark.  You could've just sent someone back to clean out your locker.  What if the doctors had been able to fix your knee?  You hadn't even seen a damn doctor yet and you'd already given up."  She wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake some sense into him.<br/><br/>Before she could decide what to do next, he was up and making his way out to what she assumed was the field. Claire stayed behind him as she switched her phone from the voice memo to the video camera. Something told her this broken former star limping his way to the field and saying his former pre-game chant would only add to the poignancy of whatever story she wrote later.<br/><br/>The arena opened up before them, the field immaculately  maintained and greener than any grass had a right to be. The stands seemed to reach into the sky, rows and levels of seats. Claire couldn’t help gaping at the enormousness of the whole thing. It never looked this big on TV.<br/><br/>The stomp of his foot brought her attention back to the man. She cleared her throat and aimed her phone’s camera at him. From where she stood, behind him and off to one side, the light framed him, making him nothing more than a dark shadow with a golden halo.<br/><br/>“Tell me about what happened before the accident, Mark. What did it feel like to be playing in the Super Bowl? What were you feeling at the start of that play?” She kept her voice soft on purpose. He needed to express himself but she would guide him if she had to.