They sat in the car outside Marks house. Butterflies were making their way around his stomach. He tried to be cool about it but he had a sense that James could see through his charade of coolness.
"Nice neighbourhood."
"Yeah, usually pretty quiet." Mark said. He put his hand on the handle.
"Do you want me to come with you?" James asked. Mark couldn't tell if he was being serious or just asking to be polite.
"My mom might attack you with hugs if you do." Mark warned and laughed. James smiled and put on his shades. They both got out of the car and walked up to the front door.
Mark reached for keys but realized that he didn't have any. He knocked on the door. He could hear someone moving around inside and felt like the butterflies were going to pop out of his stomach. The door opened. His mom came into view.
"Mark?" She stammered out.
"I'm a little late for breakfast, sorry." Mark said; this was one of the few times he could be a smartass and get away with it. Next thing he knew, he was being smothered by his mothers embrace and she began sobbing into his shoulder. He couldn't help but hug her back.
"How are you? Oh my goodness we thought we lost you! Did you find him?" She asked Bond,
"Yes, ma'am I did. Everything's been taken care of now. He's home for good." James smiled. Mark tried not to laugh at how much of a secret agent he looked and sounded at that moment.
"They found me and got me out."
"Out of where? Where have you been all this time?" his mother asked, wiping away tears from her eyes.
"I'd be happy to explain everything inside ma'am, if that's alright with you?" James asked before Mark could make up an excuse. MI6 had given him a cover story but he honestly forgot what it was.
"Please, come in!" She ushered them inside. Mark took a look around the home he had left over a month ago. Nothing had really changed; it was just as he remembered it. Home. James took Mark's mother into the living room and began to explain all that had happened. Mark didn't mind that some of it was not entirely true but he was glad that someone else was explaining it and not him. He entered the living room and was attacked by his mother's embrace again. James smiled at Mark.
"There is urgent business I must attend to. If you need anything, Mark, just call this number and my partner will be able to assist you." James handed Mark a card with a number on it.
He walked James to the door and watched the agent walk solitary to his car. James looked back at Mark and nodded. Mark nodded back and waved. This little adventure was over. He was home and was going to live his normal life again. Whatever normal was.
"To live would be an awfully great adventure." J.M. Barrie.