Mark questioning himself
Mark felt as though the hours dragged on forever in the cold, sterile confines of the interrogation chamber. Mark was kept on edge by the constant hum of overhead lights, and distant murmurs of voices outside the door. He pondered whether sharing his theory about the object buried would help his situation, or if it could make things worse.
Will revealing his suspicions inadvertently create even darker clouds of uncertainty around him? He could hear the metallic clangs of prison gates far away, and a chilling feeling of dread gripped him. Was he going to be put behind bars for a mysterious artifact he found in his backyard?
