Marcus can’t help but keep his eyes on Dinah, his mouth turned upwards into a smile; it had felt like forever since he last smiled, and yet, something about her made him feel as though in another time, another place, they could be enjoying the relaxed atmosphere of a bar somewhere.  Sharing a drink, a laugh …far from the horrors of the world; but he doubted there was a way back, not now; for all their talk about salvation in the guise of a floating sanctuary in the middle of the ocean, was that really the way to end their days in a floating prison.  He sighed.<br/><br/>As they scavenged though the gardening section, though he had to agree; some of it was bloody awful, and as Dinah adopted a mocking stance he couldn’t help himself but to laugh and shake his head, his eyes glistening wetly as he watched he …then, for the first time there was a waver in Marcus’s eyes as she spoke<em>"Fuck, I think I'm losing it." </em>, there seemed a slight shiver following in its wake before she gathered herself again.  For a moment he was about to speak, but let the moment pass; god knows he had problems of his own, he had no idea what private hell she had had to traverse to get here.<br/><br/>“Just as well they are free; ‘cos I maxed out my credit card with the timber for the barricade.” he quipped as he parcelled up another of the plump cushions.  Once done, Marcus followed behind her as they took the loot back towards where Jake waited at the front counter; he found his eyes washing across her, there was no denying she was attractive and there was something so free spirited about her that made his own psychosis weigh him down that little bit less;  But there was something else, a slight niggle that poked at the fringes of his conscious mind but he couldn’t put his finger on it.  The building seemed to rock with the sudden eruption in the sky overhead, and with it he felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle with a deep seated pleasure.<br/><br/>There were few things in life as raw and powerful as a storm and his first time flying one had been seat of the pants stuff, he had loved every minute of it and normally a would bring a certain pleasure to him; but not tonight.  Marcus dumped the cushions on the floor and watched as Dinah suddenly rushed off in the direction of the roof, he turned his gaze back to Jake with a wry grin on his face, “Damn; I wish I had that kind of energy.” but behind the smile in his eyes lay a haunted look.  He watched Jake for a moment and did what he could in ferrying the scavenged supplies to the supported ‘nest’.  He watched on for a moment as he sat back.<br/><br/>Once everyone had gone towards the roof; Marcus allowed the smile to slip from his face, his muscles ached maintaining the damn grin all the time.  He bought his hand to his forehead and wiped away some of the sweat that peppered his brow,<em>When in Rome.</em>he mulled over as he took to the steps and gave a deep breath when he met the chill of the air.  The air smelt rich in ozone from the approaching storm and he flared his nostrils as he drew in one delectable breath after another.  Glancing around he saw Kristie and Dinah engaged with conversation and a little further away, Jake had jury rigged some shower which bought a smile to his face as he walked across to a lonely corner of the roof and stood silently, his head tilted back a little as the rain began to splash against his face as the thunder rumbled across the heavens and the lightning flashed across the sky …and for a few moments at least, he was able to convince himself that nothing had changed and everything was right in the world.