[ The next day comes, and John pulls himself from the Mulcalley home. Pack of cigarettes in his trenchcoat, and a new shirt underneath the black tie. Moonshine and him didn't quite agree, apparently, but that wouldn't stop him from another round. He closes the door behind him and gives a gentle pat to the door. There's an odd sort of reverence he's felt since seeing the occupants of the home. As always, he lights a cigarette and hops down the stairs.

Time to retrace his steps and look a bit more into things he had seen when he first arrived. First up on that list?

The Grey Gull.

He flicks up the collar of his trenchcoat, secures his scarf and heads off into the gentle patter of rain. ]