Connor was still sitting on the bed, but had moved to simply staring at the wall, sighing to himself, and simply trying to keep his thoughts in check, and not think about Marl, knowing he would chase after his mentor if he let himself dwell on what he had said and done, so it was that he very nearly fell off the bed when Elizabeth slammed the door open. 
 
He was reaching for his gun when he saw that it was just Elizabeth. He let out a soft sigh, and debated about answering her, shrugging. "I don't know. I kicked him out" He said, trying to keep his tone even and betraying nothing of what he was feeling. 

"And at the moment I don't care where he is" It was a spiteful, bitter thing to say and Connor knew it ever as he said it. He sighed and flopped back on the bed. "that's not true" He said softly, looking up at the ceiling, and for one brief moment he was the boy he'd been when he had first met Marl thinking he was invincible, when really he was just a stupid kid that was afraid, and Marl had taken him in, had shown him how to survive now that he had been touched by the supernatural. 

"I wish I knew so I could say sorry, but I doubt he'd talk to me"