Johnny hadn't slept at all the night before. He hadn't expected to get much rest once he made the (stupid, rash, impulsive) decision to go to Elmira, but once his father essentially demanded a meeting, Johnny knew that sleep was a foregone thing entirely. Instead he spent the night in preparation -- printing out maps and directions, reading anything about Elmira that he could find on the internet, and trying to steel his nerves for the two events that would undoubtedly rattle his calm considerably.
Breakfast with his father was first, and would hopefully be the most manageable. After changing from yesterday's clothes into a new three layers' worth and throwing a jacket on top of it all, he went outside and caught a taxi to take him over to the CNN building. He got there early and proceeded to spend the next ten minutes staring up at the building, wondering which window was his father's office and whether or not this meeting would end with Mark seeing reason and allowing Johnny to visit Elmira to get his closure.
Somehow, Johnny doubted this was a very likely probability.
At ten minutes before eight, he walked into the building and took the elevator to the twenty-fifth floor. He only got lost once in the maze of hallways, and at 7:58 he was approaching his father's office with growing apprehension. "Good mornin', Miss Mia," he greeted Mark's assistant, passing her and going right into the office. It never hurt to be a minute or two early for things such as this.
Pulling his hands out of his coat pockets, Johnny brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck a little awkwardly. The conversation would turn to Elmira, of course, but he didn't want to bring that up first. Even if this was just a front for another attempt by Mark to keep him from going, that didn't mean Johnny had to start the day off with bad feelings. He had manners. "Mornin', Dad."