John was starting to think this was one very large prank. Suddenly people were walking toward them like zombies from the black and white film era. It was almost comical if it wasn't also so overwhelming.
"Alright, this isn't a flash mob. Could you find time to explain after the running?"
Run they did. It was exhilarating, really, to run around like a pair of escaped mental patients from the hospital. It was when Rose guided John onto the banister that he gulped audibly.
"Okay... Geronimo..."
His eyes were half closed the whole way down. It was probably a very inopportune time for John to mention to the Stranger that he was an infamous klutz and once spilled his cup of coffee twice in one day ... on the same barista.
John wasn't worried about taking a tumble, he was concerned with when and how bad.