Abigail looked her grandson up and down one last time. Though it pained her to see him so lost, she knew there was nothing she could do for him. She settled for drawing him into a tight hug goodbye.

Abigail: "Time, Callaloo. You'll have more than you can imagine."
Markus: "Sure, Nana."
Abigail: "You'd best see to getting Serge a Cinnabon before you leave."

Markus regarded his grandmother curiously as she passed through security. Once she disappeared from view, he turned and found himself facing the Cinnabon stand. He shook his head and got in line.

Abigail was right - nothing says "I'm sorry" like a million calorie pastry. He'd been more than a little distant ever since Kat. Though he wanted nothing more than to take solace in Serge's arms, that would mean talking, and all he wanted to do was forget.

Cashier: "May I help you?"

Cashier: "Sir? Are you ready to order?"

Unfortunately, forgetting was proving to be nearly impossible.

Markus: "Yes, sorry. Two, please."