We drove the first hour in silence. Dad had the oldies station on softly, mom was asleep and Mark was... well it was hard to tell where Mark was. His eyes were open but I really don't think he was anywhere to be found. My brother had spent years barely speaking and could vanish inside his own head for hours at a time. I was tired from lack of sleep but couldn't seem to drift off. I found myself thinking about Jack last night which got me a little down. Thoughts of Jack led to the rest of the night however and I found myself thinking of Mark and Krissy....