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Jordan checked the list of numbers on his phone. Then he checked the number on the door. Then he checked the numbers on his phone again, because he'd forgotten while he was looking at the door. This might have gone on for a while, but he had a bright idea, and held up the phone so he could compare.

He knocked proudly on the door. "I'm here to save the day!" he called dramatically.

Jordan blinked and thought about this. That had not been Mark. There was an obvious conclusion here. He knocked again and yelled, "WHERE ARE YOU HIDING MARK?"

"BECAUSE THE DOOR'S CLOSED, THAT'S WHY WE'RE YELLING," Jordan replied. "IF YOU'RE NOT MARK WHERE'S MARK? THIS IS THE MARK NUMBER."

Hold on, little phone. Hold on.

Jordan blinked again and thought hard about that logic. It was a little difficult to think about that logic when presented with a very pretty, very artfully disheveled person, though. It took him a little longer and a little staring. However, his thoughts eventually made it through the long and torturous pathway to the end. "Oka - no, wait," he said, and frowned. "Mark is counting on me for help. I have to go." He took another look before turning away. "You're very pretty," he added consolingly.

Then he wandered down the hall. If he couldn't find Mark by looking and thinking about it, he reasoned, he should change tactics. Easy enough. "MARK! WHERE ARE YOU???"

"IT'S JORDAN, I'M GOING TO HELP WITH YOUR PHONE," Jordan yelled back, and trotted toward the source of the Mark-like voice. "DID IT DIE YET? YELL AGAIN SO I CAN FIND YOU!"

Jordan opened the door from which the Mark-like voice was emanating, because Mark had said he couldn't open the door so it was okay for someone else to. That someone else being him. "I was telling your phone not to let go, you know, like Titanic," he said in a very reasonable voice. "Let me see it, I gotta see what kind of plug-in it has." Logically, it was probably a cord similar to the one Jordan had unplugged from his own phone so he could put it in his pocket, but maybe Mark's phone was a special exotic phone. "Breathe so you don't die too," he added helpfully.

"If you don't breathe you'll faint and then you can't plug your phone in," Jordan pointed out, quite reasonably, he felt. "Er. You have a lot of wires." He looked at the phone, which was indeed a lot like his, except with way less charge. "This needs a thin wire," he pronounced confidently, and sat down on the junk pile to start diligently sorting through wires in search of a thin wire to try matching to the phone.

Had it occurred to him that turning off the phone would help conserve battery, he might have suggested it, but his mental processing capacity was occupied with wires (and possibly still a little bit with semi-shirtless mist hunters), and so he did not.