The heavens erupted again, the murky edges of the thick rain clouds lit up with a grim mockery of a silver lining as the rain lashed around them in sheets.  Marcus was soaked to the skin, his thin shirt plastered against his chest and his jeans sodden; but it didn’t matter, it was as refreshed as he had felt in quite some time.  As Kristie spoke, Marcus smiled dryly and felt his head nod in soft agreement.<br/><br/>That lost look …that haunted vision etched across her face, it was something he recognised well; something that had so often caught his eye and stared back at him whenever he caught his reflection in something.  There was no denying the fact that the hospital was likely one of more dangerous places to try and affect entry to, at the onset of the contagion it would have be the first place many would have gone too and the last place many would have seen …at least with living eyes.<br/><br/>He didn’t know her motive for going there and he presumed not to push for an understanding to her reasoning.  The look in her gaze as she looked through the sheets of blistering rain, told him that there was nothing that would stay her course.  Marcus stood in silence for a little while, trapped by the malaise of his own thoughts as they drifted to the hidden hope within, not much hope …a fools hope perhaps, but, what else was there.  The question was, would Kristie even entertain the idea of his accompanying her into the grip of whatever lay behind those walls.  After all, what damn use was he, he softly cursed himself; her heightened level of training and experience set her apart from him by an incalculable distance.<br/><br/>Would she really want to be encumbered by a drunk going cold trukey who couldn’t shoot straight, he would be more of a liability than anything else perhaps; but, there was that inescapable need that, until he sated his interest in whether there was anything worthwhile inside that he could use, he would find himself going to the hospital one way or another.  He was not a man given to acts of devout bravery, the evidence of his history had already set that in stone for him, but he was a man given to necessity; and it was a sad coincidence that his needful necessity was pushing him into the direction of a place where he would have to steel what courage he could.<br/><br/>Marcus glanced back towards the impromptu shower, there was something appealing about the air of innocence projected from Dinah as she showered next to Jake, it had been a long time since he had felt the brush of innocence against him and with a sad smile he returned his eyes to the grim fortitude of the hospital.  Staring ahead at it as he spoke, “Two pairs of eyes are better than one.” His statement on the surface perhaps a little hazy but its deeper meaning was clear …he had his own demons to face up to.