Mark was watching the clock, 8:30pm..."alright, might as well do something to kill time..." He picked up his old electric guitar and tuned it and started to play<span style="font-style: italic">In Time</span>by Mark Collie. After 25 minutes passed he set down the guitar and jumped out his window and ran into the night. At 9:00pm he saw what looked like a tent, but it was empty right now. H quickly scurried up a tree and perched on a branch, wondering when Emma would arrive. "alright" mark said in a low voice "where are you Emma?" Even in the pitch blackness he could see perfectly like it was day, his eyes flash red again as a smile creeps along his face.