Finds himself wrapped on a black, elegant, silk sleeping wear. He's sitting down on his esteemed black leather chair, he looks all around to the elegant place he's on, sheets covering most of the furniture. He grabs a bottle of his favorite Merlot, an exquisite wine from Bordeaux. Mark smirks as he finds it has been quite some time since he let himself go by the luxury of his old penthouse. Memories ravage his mind as he keeps drinking from his splendid wine, the alcohol leaving a tingling sensation at it goes down.

He notices his Steinway grand piano wrapped under a white, large sheet. He stands up leaving the crystal cup he was drinking, on the floor. He removes the cover, leaving it on a side of the piano. His fingers graze the border of the keys as he walks to the seat of the white piano. He calmly plays the first song he learned, a slow melancholic tune, almost as soothing as a lullaby. Then he starts thinking out loud as he plays.  (le click if you want to listen)
 
"Damn... it's been quite some time isn't it??? I thought for a moment I forgot it, but no... its just engraved in my heart. Why... I ask.... why things have to be always this way?? am I denied to have a happy life?? do I need to pay for every single of my sins?? After years... I thought I had this sorted out and hid my heart deep into a lead locked box.... but it seems that destiny has a sick sense of humor. One part of me wishes that none of this happened on the first place, while my other part craves for her... somehow I can still feel her breathing next to me. Now... I don't know what's the deal with the taxi driver... I think he somehow has a personal vendetta against me... first her... and now the barmaid... I am still afraid to tell Myth about it, and honestly I only care for my lost kitten."

Mark sighs as he closes his eyes, his fingers sliding skillfully on the keys of the piano.

"I think I'll tell Myth later... she's a part of the bar afterall.. and its my duty isn't it?? But somehow I smell that the blame will fall on my direction... like always... but I hope he will pass on this one since I've been doing quite diligently most of the jobs I've been asked for... including pestering those blue pigs and kepping it polite with the press... I hate Yas... I really do.... if it were my call I would had forced her hand long time ago... but I don't know if she's precious or not to my kitten... and I can't do anything else to break more her little heart... oh no... I think I might get a talk with Lucan about this... he's being quite shady lately I don't know if I can trust him... if Yas really has backed up on her decision, I guess I'll take the matter on my hands and ask Lucan for his help.... but everyone always get hurt... like Jasqi... I am not sure if it was my fault or not that she got beaten... but it happened the day after I asked for her assistance.. so it might be the case... I might need to blow up my cover if I want my kitten back... I don't want to because there's a lot of undesired stories that I don't want her to know..."

Closes his right fist and slams it against the keys of the piano, letting a loud noise cry out of it. Mark stands up and lays down on his bed wrapping around his sheets, not wanting to think about to his life anymore, and just escape from it.... at least for a moment.