Henry was waiting around a corner at the bottom of the staircase as Mark and Jen came down. As soon as one of Jen's feet hit the floor, Henry swung the bar out and it struck her cheek, knocking her aside to the floor and feeling dazed but still conscious. It was then swung at Mark but he blocked it with the suitcase and rounded the corner to deal with Henry.

A sinister smirk now upon Henry's lips, he looked at his cousin, "Good to see you again, Cuz." Mark glared back, dangerously, "I'd love to know how the FUCK you are still alive. The fall should've killed you. But I guess it doesn't really matter, does it? Your shit ends NOW."

Jen had finally pulled herself together and rounded the corner, standing behind Mark.

"Oh, hello love." Henry grinned. Jen glared.

"DON'T call her that… not after what you did to her!" Mark responded angrily. Jen was taken aback at how full of hatred Mark sounded.

"Ah, yes. Caught some of the show, huh? I knew you would come…" Henry's gazed moved to Jen for the final words, "…no pun intended."

Jen then leaned herself against a wall suddenly, breathing heavily.

Mark pulled the keys from his pocket and handed them over to Jen, "Jen, take the truck and get out of here." But Henry grinned, shaking his head, "I doubt that'd be possible, right Jen?"

Jen had now slid down to a sitting position against the wall, still breathing heavily, and Mark went to her side, "Jen?! What the hell did you do to her?!"

Henry just smiled, "I was wondering when it would kick in. Did you enjoy your little drinking binge, darling? You know, some things don't mix well with alcohol."

Upon hearing that, Jen acted quickly and stuck a finger in her throat in order to throw up whatever he had done. Mark patted her back. Henry sighed, "Oh you party-pooper."

Jen looked up at Henry, her eyes and expression full of hatred, "Fuck you!"

"Again?" Henry laugh, "Maybe. If that's really what you want, dear."

This set Mark off and he jumped from Jen's side, rushing in at Henry, who laughed and grabbed him as he was almost tackled. He swung Mark as hard as he could and let go, sending him slamming against an opposite wall. Mark slid down into a sitting position against it, not unconscious, but dazed.

Turning back toward Jen, the iron bar still in hand, Henry began to approach her and she got up to her feet as quickly as she could. When he swung it at her, she managed to grab hold and struggled to pull it from his grasp. "You think you're stronger? That's cute, darling." Henry chuckled. Jen glared, still attempting to pull it free. Yanking it toward himself, Henry then kneed Jen in the stomach as she was pulled to him. This loosened her grip as she doubled-over a bit, and Henry took the opportunity to break her hold and slam the bar down on her back, sending her to her hands and knees.

He raised the bar again, ready for another strike on her, but Mark suddenly tackled Henry from behind before he could hit her again. Falling over Jen, they fought on the floor. During the scuffle, Mark shouted out, "Jen! The truck! Go..!"

At first, she was hesitant, not wanting to leave him to deal with Henry alone, but she finally obeyed and grabbed the suitcase as she rushed out the door. Her free hand reached to pull the keys from her pocket and she threw her suitcase in the back as she jumped into the truck as fast as she could and started the ignition.

But once she cut the headlights on, she gasped.

There, standing in her path, was Henry.

He stood frozen, the iron bar in one hand as he glared hatefully at her. Jen's eyes narrowed and she put the truck in drive, speeding forward. Henry grinned, jumping on the hood and holding on with his free hand as he repeatedly slammed the bar against the windshield, wanting to bust it.

Jen slammed on the breaks, which sent Henry flying and to the ground a few feet away. She put the truck in park and paused, waiting to see if Henry was still conscious. After a couple minutes of his body laying motionless on the ground, Jen exited the truck and ran back into the house, wanting to see if Mark was alright.

Once inside, she gasped.

Mark's body was laying still, on the floor through another doorway.