Harry turned from Midnight to Pam, his face blank. Then his lips turned up in a smirk and he pulled his glove back on. "He has a cellphone. I'm sure if he was too missed, she'd have called by now." He inclined his head to Midnight. "Thank you," he said, still not totally capable of convincing himself to call the man 'Papa' in any form. "If you'll all excuse me, I think I need some air." He walked outside and stood on the porch and leaned on his staff, staring out into the darkness.
John had paused to look at John and Midnight, the two of them obviously having been in the middle of something that didn't have anything to do with the voodoo signs all over the walls. Something tickled at the edges of his senses and he narrowed his eyes at Midnight. "An' what did you find?" he asked lowly, taking a step towards Midnight. He stretched his senses out, feeling for whatever it was that he couldn't quite get a grip on.