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Late one night
He was sleeping when the dream came to him. It had been years since he had seen the only brother he had truly thought he had. He had been a very lonely boy. No family had truly welcomed him until he had been taken in by Duncan MacLeod and his wife Tessa. They had been very kind people. Tessa had been an artist while Duncan sold antiques. They had another foster boy by the name of Darius.

For some reason he dreams of them tonight. He dreams of the accident that took him away from them because Darius had told him while they waited in the group home to be put into different foster homes that he wanted to be a priest. He had no idea why the older boy had said that. But it rang in his mind.

Then he thought he saw Darius as an adult in what looked like priestly vestments. So his brother had spoken true. He was trying to help someone. Someone was in trouble.

Then there was fire and blood. Then death and Darius' eyes staring at him in the dim lights of a church and Mark wakes up screaming.

"DARIUS," he falls from his bed sweating and blinks when he hears the phone ringing. He picks it up with a tired voice.

Hello? Yes this is Mark Clearwater."

Then his heart breaks. The one who should have been his brother is dead. He nods tiredly. "Thank you, your Excellency. Are you sure he would want me there? We hadn't seen each other since we were--- Oh. He called me his brother? I. I am deeply touched. I will be there as soon as I am able."

He hangs up the phone then shakes. Then he gets up and gets dressed and wonders who he can call to bring with him. He can't go to a funeral alone. Not after that chilling dream but he finds his eyes drawn across his room to the Helmet. It seems to be staring at him in the dark. It is very unnerving after that dream and phone call.

He shakes his head. "No. It was just a bad dream. This isn't magic. My fri-- My brother just died. Leave me alone Nabu. Let me grieve for him."

Mark refuses to believe that magic or anything super natural has happened. But he packs the Helmet anyways along with a few other things. Then he stops to shower to get rid of the sweat. Then shakes his head slowly as everything hits him again.

"If I'm smart I'll leave a note." He doesn't want to but once he has the pen in hand it comes easily.

There has been a death in the family.

~ Mark.

But they all know Mark doesn't have family. He has said before he doesn't have anyone. What would call him away in the night like this? But in the morning that's all the rest of the JSA will find. But they at least know he has a cell phone so it shouldn't be too bad. If he needs them he will call he is after all older than all of them and seems to be a very reasonable person.