Henry.
Mark stared at Jen, not really sure whether or not he should respond. At the moment, she was clearly not emotionally stable, so he held up a finger as if saying to hold on for a second, and excused himself from the room. Once he was in the living room, he spoke up but kept a low tone, "How the fuck did you get this number?"

"Oh Mark, I'm surprised at you. You underestimate me. I always have my ways. Just like I'll find my way to wherever you two are hiding and maybe even have some more fun with Jen before I destroy you... heh heh heh…"

This infuriated Mark. He still managed to keep the low tone of voice, though it would be hard, "You will NOT touch her again!"

Henry just laughed at him, loving that he was striking a nerve, "Ooh, definitely some feelings there. You'll make such a cute couple before I stab your fucking guts out. And I will, mark my words. The hunt is on…" and with that, a click. Henry had now hung up before giving Mark a chance to respond.

Mark sighed and swung a hand out, knocking a coaster on a nearby table off and it flew across the room.

"That was him, wasn't it?" Jen asked, now walking up behind him. She had come into the living room just in time to see what Mark had done, "What did he say?"

Mark opened his mouth to respond, but then decided against it and shook his head.

Suddenly, his phone began to ring once more and, with a sigh, he answered it, "Hello?!" There was a pissed off expression on his face as he expected it to once again be Henry. However, he was met with a woman's voice, "May I speak with Mark Evans?"
He felt some relief, glad to not be dealing with Henry again right now, "Speaking."

"Mister Evans, my name is Vickie Walters. I'm with the Trinton Hotel on Smalls Avenue. I'm afraid there's been an accident."

Mark's eyes grew wide, knowing his Aunt Susan, Uncle Wallace, and cousin Connie had all been on a relaxing mini-vacation and staying there, "What kind of accident?! What happened?! Is everyone okay?!" he panicked.

On the other end, Vickie was now silent for a moment, hating to be the bearer of bad news. "I'm sorry Mister Evans… there's been a fire on the floor that Wallace, Susan, and Connie Evans were staying on. I'm afraid it's claimed nine lives, including them…"

Mark went numb and at that moment, his cell phone slipped from his hand and dropped onto the floor. He collapsed to his hands and knees immediately after, an intense wave of emotion sweeping over him. "No, no, no, no…" he whispered , tears now leaking from his eyes.

"Mark…" Jen knelt down next to him and reached over to grab up the phone and finish the call for him, "I'm sorry, is there a number he can best reach you at? He needs some time."

"Of course. And please tell him I'm so sorry for his loss…" Vickie responded with sympathy and caring in her tone, then left a number for Mark to call back later. Jen entered it in his phone after hanging up.

"Mark… what happened?" Jen asked, gently placing a hand to his shoulder, "talk to me."

Taking a deep breath, Mark seemed to have to fight to get the words out, "M-My Aunt, Uncle, and- and a cousin… they're dead…"

Jen was speechless. What could she even say at a time like this anyway? Her hand on his shoulder changed to an arm around him, and he rested his head against her shoulder, trying to resist the urge to burst into immense sobbing.