16 Unicorn St, Thursday afternoon
John wearily opened the front door and made his way inside, dumping his duffle bag in the hallway once the door was shut behind him. Some of the tension he'd been carrying since he'd left last Friday faded away now that he was home, safe behind all the wards and protections he knew of.
Some, but not all. What he had found out had brought up more questions than answers, but the direction they were leading him in was more than a little worrying.
Still, he wasn't going to borrow trouble and jump to any conclusions, not when the subject matter was this important. All this meant was he had to work even harder to find out what really was going on.
Some, but not all. What he had found out had brought up more questions than answers, but the direction they were leading him in was more than a little worrying.
Still, he wasn't going to borrow trouble and jump to any conclusions, not when the subject matter was this important. All this meant was he had to work even harder to find out what really was going on.