"Another case? Again?"

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Mark had to put down the photo, he didn't want to remember anymore. He turned to face Dave, who seemed to be making pancakes of some sort. There were also some chocolate chip pieces out also, and Mark knew what Dave was making. Chocolate chip pancakes. He loved chocolate chip pancakes, but only his uncles.

"You making chocolate chip pancakes?" Mark asked, he was smiling. "Mhm! You want some? I can make some for you." Dave knew the answer, he just wanted to ask before he assumed that Mark wanted any. "Of course I do! Chocolate chip pancakes—specifically yours—are my favorite!" Mark went over, and helped Dave cook them. Dave was fine on his own, Mark just felt as if he could use some help anyways. The two of them made at least 7 before Mark was full, and Dave had 3 of them, Mark had 4.

"I still love your pancakes. The syrup made a big difference. Lucky that you froze it-.." Mark chuckled, but the last sentence was blank and dry. "Yea, it adds a little bit of flavor to it. Thanks for suggesting it." Dave smiled, as he grabbed Marks plate and his and headed over to the sink to wash them off. Mark looked around the kitchen, the fridge was in the corner, same with some cereal boxes on it. Some knives in a holder next to the fridge, and a coffee maker beside it. The sink was in front of a window, which looked out to the woods that were behind the house. Some pans were on a holder also, which were above the stove (I get it, probably most of this stuff didn't exist on 1992, you guys don't need to yell at me).

Mark checked the time, it was at least 7 in the morning. Mark was surprised. So much happened in a short span of a few hours. Getting kidnapped, his sister dying, moving into Dave's house, locked up Cesar. So much in little time. Mark pushed the thoughts away, he didn't feel like facing them right now.