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He'd come home from Hell. Not that it was much of a homecoming, John had gone to the nearest hotel and made his name appear in the reservations computer as paid and got himself a room. Twenty hours of sleep and a couple of showers later he felt almost human again.
Then he'd noted the date and started counting on his fingers...Christ it had been almost 4 months...and remembered the little "talk" he and Zee had in Tottingham cemetary. Well that led to a room full of bottles and two more days of blankness before he finally pulled himself together and left the hotel.
For someone who never was going to have kids he was doing a piss poor job at it, bloody hell he was...well he was over 40 and he didn't need this.
There had to be a game out there, something to get involved in to wipe his personal problems from his mind for a while longer...
Then he'd noted the date and started counting on his fingers...Christ it had been almost 4 months...and remembered the little "talk" he and Zee had in Tottingham cemetary. Well that led to a room full of bottles and two more days of blankness before he finally pulled himself together and left the hotel.
For someone who never was going to have kids he was doing a piss poor job at it, bloody hell he was...well he was over 40 and he didn't need this.
There had to be a game out there, something to get involved in to wipe his personal problems from his mind for a while longer...