After getting weakly acquainted with Mark’s bizarre cousins, we hasted to get past them. While we continued walking through the extended hall, more and more people approached and greeted Mark; as he has not been to the pack for almost a year. One of Mark’s cousins accompanied us to the third floor where we were about to stay. All the rooms were closely formulated with each one facing the other one. We were about to stay in Mark’s room which had been originally his father’s room and was locked for a year not touched by a hair since then. While we were standing outside, and Mark was fitting in the locker keys; a couple came flying out of the adjacent room, giggling and kissing in rather an aggressive manner.
“Who are they,” Mariane asked in a strange tone
“Oh don’t bother my second cousins
