Marissa was about to speak, but Mason spoke first. “You’re bleeding. Listen, man, I’m sorry you’ve got me mixed up with somebody else, but you don’t have to hurt yourself. I mean come on. This other guy, I’m sure he loves you a lot. You seem like a strong guy, and this guy here,” he points to Kevin, “seems to love you a lot. You seem passionate, and you’ve got beautiful eyes.” Mason tilts his head slightly and narrows his eyes. “Really beautiful eyes.” There’s a flash in his mind of a man’s eyes glowing. He can feel the cold gun in his hand. He looks down at his hand, narrowing his eyes more. Marissa can see that he’s remembering something. “Baby?” He looks over at her. “Don’t. Let’s just get on the plane and go.” She reaches for him. Slowly he nods before looking at Jareth. “I’m sure you’ll find him. I’m sorry Sir.” Again he pauses. “Sir,” he whispers. “Baby?” Marissa rushes to his side. “Yes baby.”
“No. Not baby, as in you, but….baby….boy?” She brings her hand up to caress his face. “Yeah. We want a baby boy. Come on Mason. Let’s get on the plane.” He looks confused and dazed. “Yeah. Good luck Sir,” he says looking over his shoulder at Jareth before starting to slowly walk away with Marissa. She puts her arm around his waist, and he has his arm around her shoulder.