Maybe if his frigging leg weren't broken, he'd have an easier time getting to his feet, but as it stands -- ha -- he's struggling. And dammit, it's cold. The last thing he's expecting to hear is Mark's voice, because what hellish coincidence would it be that they were both pulled here, but he's expecting even less to see Mark as he is now.

"Mark -- ?" It starts out surprised and wavers into flat-out confused. Miles stares uselessly up at him, because what the hell -- and five years younger than Mark's probably expecting, well before his death.