Authors note:

hey guys! I apologize if ive been slacking with the updates, and to make it up to you, im posting this bonus chapter.

I dont mean to fall behind, I just get caught up in other things, or get lazy, yknow?

I know how it feels to love a really good fic, and be wanting to STRANGLE the author for leaving it unattended for weeks. Im gonna have a stricter schedule with these from now on, and have an update every week. Promise. Im gonna pre-doc manage more of the fic, and start working on new chapters while you guys burn through the ones that are already finished.

Enjoy!

Roger pov:

Two hours. It's been two hours since Mark last called me.

He said he'd be home in fifteen minutes, but now I was beginning to panic. It wasn't like him to just forget to come home, and even if he was gonna get lost filming hobos, he would have at least taken the time to call first.

I watched out the window, waiting, and waiting, and waiting to see that blond, scarf wearing dork come speeding around the corner. Boy, he was gonna be in for it when he got home.

When he didn't come home another hour after that, I decided to call Maureen and Joanne. Maybe the snow was too much, and he had to stop somewhere? I quickly dialed their number.

"Hello?" I heard Joanne's professional voice answer. I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair.

"Hey Jo, it's Roger…" I heard the tension leave, and instead it was replaced with warmth.

"Hi Rog, what's up?" she asked. I watched out the window. The snow was only starting to pick up.

"I was wondering.. did Mark stop by at all? he was supposed to be home from his interview hours ago, and he hasn't called…"

I heard the confusion in her voice. "No… I haven't seen him since last week when you two came over… I'm sorry Roger… have you tried Collins?"

I looked down. "He's still out of town… I can't get to Meems either, her and Benny are away on one of his stupid business trips… they won't be back until tomorrow morning..."

Maureen chimed in from behind Joanne. "Where's Marky?" she asked, obviously eavesdropping.

"Look, just call me if you hear anything… I'm gonna go out… he might have just gotten side tracked at the park or something.. y'know how out of it he can get sometimes…" With a "Good luck." from Joanne, and a "Find pookie!" from Maureen, I hung up.

"Mark, I swear.. if you ever try to lecture me about coming home late again…" I grumbled, slipping on my jacket, and heading out into the unforgiving frost.