[ He quickly ties that knot and gives a good pat to Raylan's arm. Then, he turns and takes his seat beside the man. ] The knocked down bit was a result of the spell. Magic isn't just parlor tricks, a twist of a mirror, or sawing some poor woman in half on a stage. It's older, trickier. Usually you've got to give magic some sort of compensation. Bit of you--or be damn good at tricking it.

[ He figures that is ultimately why people around him end up dead. John doesn't pay the price--others do. The only price it seems the universe was going to make sure he paid was for poor Astra Logue. The girl being tortured in Hell for eternity because of his lack of knowledge, his nativity, his bloody ego. ]

Found out that the family in that house had no idea what was coming. Whatever 'It' is. Went about their daily lives as one does in the morning. Breakfast, dishes, seeing each other out the door. Either whatever happened here was in an instant... or those poor sods didn't meet their fate in the house.

[ Answers but no the ones he wanted. ]

Might have to do a bit more poking around. Further in the town.