Marcos examined the clock for a bit before the men posted by the door warned the people to wrap up their conversations.<br/><br/>"I need to go hermano." Marcos spoke. Jesus nodded in acceptance.<br/><br/>"Pray for me." Jesus pleaded softly.<br/><br/>"Let's pray a small prayer hermano." Marcos and Jesus placed their left fist apon their chests only to bring them forward where the hands were and knock them together despite the wall being in front of them. Both brothers bowed their head as Marcos began to pray.<br/><br/>"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.  He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. Nomeni Patri, et Fili, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen."<br/><br/>Within minutes, Marcos shifted himself outside of the building he entered, distraught written on his face.