Mark Reynolds was a good guy, all around Boy Scout type. He helped out those who were struggling, carried groceries for the elderly, helped out at the shelters in town. He actually was an Eagle Scout before he graduated high school. He ran fingers through scruffy light brown hair and sighed as he gazed out over the traffic from the diner he was sitting at. He worked there as a waiter, and it was so dead at the moment that his boss didn't bat an eye at him just sitting there. Mark let his mind wander, going over the different things he could be doing instead today, but it was his turn to work the afternoon shift since only one person needed to work during this time frame. Bright blue eyes glanced at the clock. Three o'clock. He didn't get off until five.