Roger pov:

I had been looking for almost two hours. All over the city, and no sign of Mark. I walked through the park, down every alley I could find, with no luck. Shivering, and going out of my mind, I even went as far as to try the building he landed the job at.

Walking inside, everyone turned to look my way like I was some kind of lunatic. A snarl I didn't realize I was making caused them all to return to work. A woman's gentle voice snapped me from my daze.

"Sir?" she asked politely, smiling. I blinked a little, then shook my head, and cleared my throat.

"Oh, yeah… hi…" she tilted her head, confused.

"Can I help you with anything?" she offered.

I nodded. "I… um… Was Mark Cohen here this morning?"

She looked down at her desk for a moment.

"Blonde? glasses? a scarf?" she attempted to recall. A smile lit up my face.

"Yes! yes, exactly! that's him!"

"Then yes. He was here earlier for the interview. I believe Mister Cohen got the job, he walked out pretty happy.."

"Do you know where he went after that?" I pressed, becoming more panicked for leads.

She paused, beginning to think. "I'm not sure… he got on his bike outside, and he turned left.. that's all I saw of him.."

I sighed. At least I knew which general direction he was going. "Thanks…" I concluded, and turned away.

"Have a nice day!" she called after me, and I raised my hand in acknowledgement, turning left from the building, and continuing aimlessly on the avenue.

As the snow got worse, and worse, I kept walking, my feet feeling numb. Night had quickly fallen. A car horn behind me caused me to jump.

"Roger!" a familiar voice called, and I spun around to find Collins pulled up beside the sidewalk.

"God, Thomas, am I glad to see you…" I ran over. leaning into his window.

"What are you doing out here, man? it's barely twenty degrees! Mark's gonna skin you!"

I looked down, and shook my head.

"That's just it, dude… he went out for his interview this morning, got the job, called me, said he was coming home… that was over five hours ago… I don't know where he could be.. ive been looking for a while, havent found a thing…"

I felt his worried eyes burning into me. I wanted nothing more than to disappear, or at least, find Mark.

"Did you call everyone?" he asked.

"Yeah… youre the last one I haven't gotten a hold of… Collins, i'm worried… it isn't like him to just not come home.. and even if he did, he would have called… he wasn't mad on the phone, he didn't have any luggage… god, this is all my fault.. I should have gone out looking sooner…"

Collins tipped my chin up slowly.

"Hey, come on man… don't beat yourself up for this… it isn't your fault… we need to focus on finding him, yeah?"

I nodded slowly. He motioned for me, and I climbed into his car. We started out slow cruise around the city, watching, hoping for any sign of our blond.

Collin's voice brought me back to reality.

"Rog… we've been out driving for hours… i'm really starting to worry, here." I looked down at my watch. Damn… I thought silently. Three hours, and nothing.

"Maybe we can try the police?" I asked hopefully. Collins shook his head.

"It's too early. It's only been what, a day? besides, they'd much rather investigate the disappearance of a bread crumb…" it sounded harsh, but Collins had a point. When Mimi had gone missing, we had to make fliers ourselves. The cops did shit.

"Okay, then… we could make fliers, or keep driving around, we have to do something…" I whined. Collins nodded.

"Listen, im not one to suggest packing it in for tonight, but my gas tank is almost empty, and we need to rest if we're gonna get anything done. I'll stay with you tonight, and we can put up the fliers tomorrow, okay?"

I looked away, hesitant. I needed to take my AZT. The reminder almost made me cry.

"I guess…" I murmured. Collins quickly took us home, and we walked up the loft steps together.

Getting ready for bed was agonizing. His stuff was everywhere. His tea cup was still on our nightstand. His hair gel was left open on the sink. While I was staring at his comb, tears in my eyes, Collin's hand on my shoulder made me jump.

"Rog, we're gonna find him… I can promise you that…" I choked out a bitter laugh.

"You dont know that. He could be dead already, or frozen, or he could have left on his own…." I dropped my gaze to the floor. "That's the worst part, Thomas…. not knowing. I havent got a clue except that last time he called… I can't stand waiting… I just.. I just want him back…"

The taller man pulled me into a hug. I began sobbing into the crook of his neck. I don't remember much after that. I was lain down on Mark's- OUR bed, and left to sleep.

It wasn't like I could rest at all, anyway. He was the only thing that kept me sane enough to sleep.