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All that night I rubbished through the boxes bringing more and more papers scanning through them recording the dates most farther from the unknown some after, recording everyone until I've gotten somewhere close..closer to him..

2:30 am

Knocks came to the door as Martin came back in
"M-Marcus?.."
What are you doing in the archives this late??"
"I would say the same thing to you?"
"T-that doesn't matter, what are you, Marcus.."
Sighing I squeezed in between my eyes onto the bridge of my nose rubbing my eyes "You know why.."

"Come on. I'll take you home.."

"N-n"
"I'm not taking no for an answer.."

Another sigh left my mouth as I looked at him
"Fine..I-I'll grab my coat.."

Grabbing my coat and things I went past the door having Martin behind me hold me up from my back.
It was weird having someone driving me home but yet not? It was understandable I looked like hell and I wasn't getting any sleep in the archives I would stay there nights on end in Martin's bed in the archives provided by Jon but yet I would only get one to two hours of sleep and just start looking through the boxes again. It was safer..with Martin getting closer to the people around him well at least what I knew was him being closer was..presenting it was a happy turn for him and a healthy one at that.

We suddenly stop, and the street lights shine into my face

"Well here we are"

"Mm?"

Martin looked at me in confusion

"This is your flat department yes?"

"Yeah?"
My head started to feel fuzzy

"Marcus is- are you okay?"

"Am I okay? Are you?"

"Y-yeah?"

I stepped out of the car and saw a car drive past me,..that wasn't him.
Was it? No Martin was Martin and he was just concerned of my well-being.
Going up to my flat I turned the key waiting to see my cat, But it was just darkness. Stepping in it seemed like the door just faded away

"Hello?.."

My voice echoed through.

My steps becoming invisible and at that moment I felt like I was floating, as small beams of light surrounded me a bright black sky filled me was I even in my flat? Owing my balance to whatever forces were there I felt myself drop and everything went black again.

"Marcus!"

"Ugh!"

There was a big swift moment bringing me to reality having Martin there looking at me in fear and pain
"Are you okay?!"

"Y-yeah?"

We were no longer in the car feeling liquid drip from my head as I went to wipe it only one thing came to mind...blood.

"What happened?"

" I was helping you out of the car to your flat you were mumbling something to yourself or me? And you just fell to the floor.."

"U-uh?"

"Here.."

He then handed me a mug of tea.

"I'll get you something for your head."

As I sat there remembering what just happened I looked down to my mug looking at the blackened water that lay in it.

"You hit your head pretty hard.."

"Hm? Yeah.."

As he began to wrap my head I looked at him

"Martin.."

"Yeah?"

"Did..did I say anything weird before I fell.."

"I-I mean not really out of the ordinary?..but you..you said something..about the Fairchilds.."