It is a rainy, rainy night. Here sits Mark, alone, with his camera, thinking, just thinking. He always wondered why he was put on this earth. Nothing ever happened to him. Sometimes it was a good thing; on the other hand, he wanted some adventure, something to live for, he needed some drama.

"Well, I take that back," he muttered to himself, "I have enough drama...Maureen"

He remembered what good times they had together, man he really missed her. He missed everything about her, her hair, her smile, how she made him smile. Even when she was being her annoying self, he had this unbreakable love for her. He still feels the pain that she caused him that night, that night that made his perfect life a living hell...

(Past) Mark: Hey Roger, isn't life amazing?

Roger: (Kind of confused) Uh, yeah I guess. (He never heard Mark say that) Mark, is that you?

Mark: No, it's your father, who do you think it is?

Roger: No, I mean I just haven't heard you say something like that in a long time, that's all.

Mark: I guess things have been better for me. I think, I think I'm ready to settle down, I'm ready to start my life.

Roger: Uh, wow well Mark that's uh, that's great.

Mark: Yeah, I've been thinking about it for a long time. I think I'm going to go down to Maureen's.

Roger: Ok, can you get me something?

Mark: Sure, what do you want?

Roger: Can you get me one of those little Lego packs? You know the tiny ones that like you can build into an airplane.

Mark: (He laughed to himself, Roger will never change, he'll always be that boy, that little kid) Yeah, I know what you mean. I'll get it.

Roger: Thanks.

Mark: No prob.

(Mark leaves the loft)

Roger sits there with his guitar, playing with the chords. He is amazed about how happy Mark is. 'Wow, my little Mark is growing up,' he laughs to himself.