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The door opens, and a figure walks through. A man in black pants, large boots, black shirt, and a long black trench coat. He takes off his sunglasses, and looks around with a wry smile. Oh, wait. That is not the One you're looking for. It's just Mark. He strides over to Bar, gets a drink, and commandeers a table, plunking his boots on it, pulling a notebook out of a pocket of the trench coat. Looks like the film geek's got a new fandom.