John grinned as he pulled a cigarette from his inner coat pocket. With a quick flick of his lighter it came to life. They weren't nearly as good as Silk Cuts, but, Mathias loved to kick him in the bollocks every day. What did he ever do to this town other than exist?

"Precisely." He agreed fullheartedly. Though it applied to not just the bad but the good. The true state of the world. "I've got a business card up at Town Hall with the number for the house I've holed up in. Each of them have a bloody landline. Landlines."

Christ, he remembered when those were normal.

John pushed himself from the shelf and gave the man a friendly pat to the back. "That or, I'm sure you could find someone in town that knows where I'm lurking. I seem to know nearly everyone."

For now? He was going to continue poking where he could.