p class="MsoNormal" / Mark gasped as he felt air enter his lungs. He opened his eyes, looking around franticly, studying his / He was suspended on a wall, much like he had been in the Secret Service. He was in a small, square room, just like he had been in the Secret Service. And, in the center of the ceiling was a single, dim light just like that of the room in the Secret / Panic surged through Mark. Had they found him? Was he back in the Secret Service? Had they found a way to bring him back to life? Is this what he was condemned to now; a life of constant torture knowing that Phoebe was far away from him? Or was this the afterlife? Was this hell? Reliving the moments when he was most afraid, tortured constantly with his own memories?br / A door swung open on the wall opposite to / Just like it had in the Secret / A single man stepped slowly into the / Just like Peyton had in the Secret / What was happening? How was it happening? The man stepped inside, the door closing behind / Just like it had it the-br / Stop it, Mark told himself, This man obviously isn't / And he wasn't. This man looked younger. His head was uncovered, revealing well-kept-to brown hair. He wore jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket; he looked too casual to be in the Secret / While Mark knew this thought should've comforted him, for some reason, it only frightened him / The man stopped just in front of Mark and looked at him, studying him. He was silent for several minutes. Mark jumped when he finally / "Mark Konners," the man said, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person. My name is Thomas Garek. Welcome to Sector Nine."/p