Jun 08, 2011 23:28
The wall cameras have once again caught Mark pacing, mug in hand. It's business as usual, except the office he's pacing isn't his own--it's less cluttered, with an ugly carpet instead of floorboards and a table covered in coffee paraphernalia where Mark's couch would be.
Eventually his pacing takes him to the mirror against the far wall, which someone has covered--somewhat ineffectively--with a shirt.
This he removes, and writes on the glass:
Ben? Are you there?
corpsewatching,
wonderland's favorite pastime