About 4 months later, somehow after the Smackdown taping one night…Me and Mark ended up on the same elevator at the hotel…the only two there…Riding up to our rooms…Mark broke the silence first and said, "So little girl…how have you been doing?" I said, "I'm not a little girl…and I'm doing fine." Mark chuckled a little and said, "You're a little girl to me…cause I'm so much older then you…"
I said, "Mark, I'm 23…you're 35…there's not a real big leap there…" Mark said, "Yea…but I feel older then that around you and Jamie…and all those other young ones." I said, "Yes, well if you wouldn't stalk around like you hate everyone…I'm pretty sure…you could have a normal conversation with someone and get to know they are no different then you are."
Mark was leaning against the elevator wall and said, "Oh really?" I said, "Yea…oh really…Can I ask you a personal question…I mean really personal…" Mark was kind of hesitant at first and then finally said, "Sure…go for it." I reached up and touched his SARA tattoo…and said, "What was she like?"
I could automatically feel Mark's blood run cold…and said, "She was beautiful….and loving…and you remind me a lot of her…not with the way you look…but you have the same mannerisms that she had…you have the same smile and you laugh like her…" I said, "Is that why you seem to give off that hate vibe towards me…because I remind you of your wife?" Mark said, "What hate vibe?"
I said, "Sometimes when I'm around you, Glenn and Jamie…and if I laugh or say certain things…you look at me like you're shooting daggers into my heart…Is it because I remind you of Sara?" Mark said, "I certainly never meant to give off that type of vibe…I promise if you feel that way I'm truly sorry…It's just hard to talk with you…when I know we can't get through an entire conversation without me or someone else making you laugh…and all the pain just comes back…"
When the elevator stopped I went to walk off and stopped…Turned around and said, "Mark…I'm sorry you lost Sara…I wish you'd let me help you deal with it…I know it's not easy…but then again…nothing is…but don't forget…when you're ready I'm here…I have to be honest…I miss you Mark…I know it sounds silly…but I miss our conversations after the shows…it's not the same without you…"
Mark said, "Silly little girl…they were just talks…not like we were divulging military secrets." I said, "Maybe not…but I still miss you and our silly little conversations…they weren't all that little or silly to me." Just for some strange reason…I ran my thumb over both of Mark's eye brows…I said, "You're really tense tonight…go get some sleep…you'll feel better in the morning." I reached over and pushed the button for the 6th floor…Mark's floor…and started for my room…as I smiled and walked away.
About five seconds later, someone grabbed my arm between my elbow and shoulder…I was spun around and was face to face with Mark…and said, "What's wrong Mark?" He said, "How did you do that?" I said, "Do what?" He said, "You just did something Sara used to do all the time…she'd run her thumb over my eye brows when she could tell I was tired and tensed up and then tell me to go to sleep that I'd feel better in the morning."
I said, "I can always tell when people are tired…it's more prominent in men then anything…they always have this look on their face. And if you've been thinking about Sara as much as I know you have…then you've got to be tired and have way too much tension…tension shows through your eye brows more then anything…from scowling, to crying, to anger, to sadness…it's all there…the eyes are always the give away point."
Mark said, "Come with me."
And started taking me with him before I even answered…we got back on the elevator and went up to his room…