John had been out for a few hours. He didn't tell anyone this but he missed the damp air & freshness of the coast after having spent so long in India. John had to leave whitby before he ended up like the Longbottom kid. His mother would never have forgiven him if he ended up in jail. Even if his father kept his now time secret from the others in the family.

The smells didn't phase John in the slightest. It was like being back in the streets of India. Just less shit on the streets. John felt something wasn't sitting right. Like he was walking into an ambush. His body automatically went to his training. He was scanning the area for targets or enemy forces. knock it off John. This isn't India. You don't need to be on tender hooks he thought to himself. He looked down alleyway and that's when he say the shape of someone on the cobbles.

John paused and took a second glance. His body already tense. Expecting another fight while he was home. He shouldn't have attacked the reporter but no one messes with johns siblings. He would have used his last breath to protect anyone of them and put the danger on him. He edged closer to the figure. The gentleman he could make out now was clearly in pain.

wait a minute he thought. That looks like the doctor who was treating Pippa. He made his way closer before he could make out who it was. He knelt down beside him now aware he was right and spoke gently "Doc. What the hell happened to you. Are you alright"