Marcus slid to a halt in front of the tennis court with a smile on his face. He was happy because he thought he had beaten Liz to an unknown race to the tennis court. His smile then disappeared when he saw Liz. "How'd.....!" He stopped mid way through the sentence. He lightly slammed the bottom of his fist into the palm of his other hand. "....The windows!!!!" He shouted as if he solved a puzzle. "Damn , why the hell I didnt think about that!?" He asked himself a little frustrated for no apparent reason. He sat with his legs criss crossed and watch the match that unfolded before him. Even though he was just in the infirmary a few minutes ago he looked healthy as ever almost like nothing had ever happened. Although he still was wearing a countless amount of Band-Aids and bandages. You'd think he's crazy but it turns out he's just has a big carefree spirit.