Mark had thought that he might find some inspiration on the beach. He had a small tablet and pencil tucked into his pocket and he loped along. It was funny that in all the time he'd been here, he never quite got used to the weird shit that happened. Oh, no, he was fine with being a girl or a kid or the whole waking up in strange places. No, it was the things that were like literal jump cuts that changed the entire dynamic of the day.

"House?" he asked, brows drawing together as he studied the beaten form. "House! Shit..."

He'd been pissed. He was still pissed. Pissed and hurt and worried...but none of that mattered when the guy was sitting there looking like that.