[Marc's breaths are too shallow as he slips on the coat too, not wanting to take deep breaths in a house smelling like death, but Steven is still panicking quite loudly in his head and he needs to calm down for them both, because if he freaks out... then Steven will be left to fend for himself, and Marc won't have that.]

Definitely days. Did you check the glovebox in the car? The trunk? [No, he wouldn't have been able to access the trunk without keys, right? Knowing Steven, he probably panicked too much to think about that and Marc can't blame him. If they're in another country though they're going to need a passport to go back home and it's bound to be here somewhere.

He heads outside into the cold and that's when he takes deep, gulping breaths of air, fumbling with a set of keys in the dark. He heads to the back of the jeep to try each set, pocketing them when they don't work. The less fingerprints he can leave on this scene the better.

Finally, blessedly, one of them does work on the car and Marc lets out a soft curse of relief when the trunk pops open, revealing a couple duffel bags that look like the type he carries when he's traveling. He already knows what he'll find when he unzips one, money and weapons stuffed neatly beneath a false layer of clothes. He grabs one of the pistols to keep with him just in case. A cold dread passes through him. This really was them. This was... someone else within them taking control without them knowing.

The thought makes him sick and he's momentarily dizzy, leaning into the car as he feels a headache forming behind his eyes. Marc needs a moment, taking deep, ragged breaths as he tries to keep his cool.]

Steven... I need you to stay calm, alright? I- I'm gonna get us home but I can't do this without you. Just relax.