When the plane landed, Dark got off and went through normal procedure to exit the airport. He scanned the area for Anti, yet he didn't see any bright green head of hair. Beginning to worry, he started briskly walking around and calling "Anti? Jack? Aren't you waiting for me?" in a worried tone. Nothing. It seemed that Anti wasn't there.

Where the hell is he? Dark wondered. This wasn't normal, Anti always responded to Dark in a positive way and surely he should be waiting for him. "Are you even there?" he called out again.

Getting frustrated, he took out his phone and aggressively texted "Where are you? I'm waiting at the airport!" Sitting down on a bench right outside the main entrance, he began to wait for Anti to arrive. He waited for 15 minutes, 30 minutes, an hour. Soon, he began to get frustrated and worried. Does he not love me anymore? Does he not want to see me?

Meanwhile, Jack was busy recording another video. He kept seeing his phone light up with texts but he took no heed to it. The game was more important, the content was what mattered. Not whoever was trying to bother him when he was in the middle of recording. Unless an emergency was taking place, it could wait. Nonetheless, the phone kept buzzing.

Beginning to get frustrated, Jack paused the recording and picked up his phone. He narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw that the pile of messages was all from Mark, or more properly Dark at this point.

"I told you that I was coming, where are you?" one message read. "I trust you, but why can't you come?"

Jack was tempted to reply, but he didn't. Instead, he put his phone in a different room and continued recording. Videos were more important than dealing with a pissed off Dark. So what if he had to tolerate a mountain of text messages and possibly a twisted soul at his door later? His fans deserved the best.

Sean, won't you let me see him? He came for me, so I think that he deserves the proper reward for it…. wouldn't you say? Anti growled. Jack could feel Anti's claws ripping into his conscience, tearing away at what little strength he had left. He glared at himself and stayed silent. Sometimes, it was better to not say anything than to risk provoking Anti any further.

Listen. To. Me.

I need you to let me see Dark. I need you to let me out.

If you don't, you'll have to get a heavy consequence. Anti shrieked inside. He tore at what used to be Jack and stepped out of the filthy shell. Jack was silently crying, tears running down his face, but Anti paid no attention to it. He just ran his hands through his mane of green hair and sighed.

"Oh, Dark, just you wait. It was worth coming here after all."