Previously, trouble started stirring between Grant and Lincoln, but for now, they let it go. Especially since Grant has the mark of death on his arm!

Lincoln looks into my eyes for signs of madness. I don't know if he found what he was looking for. He gulps, and asks, "How much time do you have."

"Three weeks." I answer, and address the next part to the whole team. "I should go."

Skye shakes her head. "You got us into this mess, now you have to see it through to the end."

My hackles rise, and I lift my chin stubbornly, "I got you out of this mess."

"And right into a new one!" She shouts.

I sigh. "Fine. I will help you do whatever you need to get out of this. But it can't take any longer than two weeks. I have a ... meeting."

"Good. We need to find what we were here for, and release all the prisoners. This was supposed to be a no-casualty mission!" Skye snaps.

"She was going to kill you, Skye!" I snap back, and sigh. "I'll release all the prisoners, you go find whatever information you were here for." And then I grin. "I get the tank!"

Skye sighs. "Fine. Act like a two year old boy. I'll take ever-"

"I want to go with Grant." Lincoln says.

"Me too." Coulson adds. I look at them, shocked. Lincoln I might understand, but Coulson? Coulson hated me as much as Skye did.

Lincoln's smile seems threatening. He knew what would happen in three weeks. He wanted Skye. If he made her happy, would I die in peace? Lincoln sure hoped so.

I look down, grimace, and grit out an ok.

It was as much an ok to coming with me as it was an ok you can make Skye happy, if she lets you.

I hop into the tank, and drive down the halls. Coulson and Lincoln would unlock cell doors. Those who got released would unlock more doors. When we got to a fork in the hallway, we split up. Lincoln, Coulson and I went down one way, and the released prisoners go down another.

I think of Skye. The child was obviously mine. Had she gone through it all alone?

I shake away my thoughts. Skye hated me. I had made her hate me. I had to go through my Mark all alone.

I glance at Coulson. I wonder if I should tell him. Lincoln catches my eye and nods. I summon Coulson. He looks irritated, and I stop my tank to talk to him. "Hey, Coulson?"

"Yes?" Coulson snaps, "What is it?"

I finger my sleeve. In a quick motion, I pull it up, revealing the mark underneath. Coulson stares at it, and I explain. "It's the mark of death. It's something that werewolves and wendigos get before they become servants of Death. You remember John Garrett?"

Coulson nods, "He told me about this mark. It's unbeatable."

I look at the ground and nod. Coulson was right. I was going to die. "I'm trying to save Skye from it." I stop and look Coulson square in the eyes. "You can't tell Skye. She'd put herself in danger trying to stop it."

Coulson nods, he always acted like Skye's father, and he really cared about his well being. "Alright. I know what that would do to her."

I sigh in relief. Skye would be safe.

I get back into the tank and start to drive it. I try to ignore the tears in my eyes, as I finally realize that I will never be able to hold my wife and kids again.

I take in a shuddering breath. Skye will have to move on.