No Place To Hide

[snakenbake]

[John decides to venture out of his 1st floor bedroom. He slowly opens the door and casually glances down, checking for welcome mats that might be Null-shaped. After the last conversation he had with a little girl version of the kid, he's a touch worried about walking out and tripping over machetegrrl one day.]

[He creeps down to the kitchen silently, as Big Bosses tend to do, for a little breakfast. Maybe some toast...and some eggs...and bacon...and sausage, fruit, pancakes...]