Mary had passed out long before he'd even felt the urge to. And not long after she'd gone on to slumber, he'd stopped drinking and sobered up fairly fast. He'd gently gotten her into his coat, since he couldn't find a blanket to cover her with, and he couldn't get out of the basement without breaking the door in. Then he'd left her for a chair across the room so that she wouldn't wake up in an awkward position, not remembering and doubting.
The house that they were in now was much like the one he'd woken up to with Bo when it came to decoration. And layout, now that he thought about it. But the man who had greeted them was a monster. Bigger than the Butcher had been.
Johnny had thought he'd spied another familiar face, too, but had gotten swept up in the greeting and the instruction to feed and water himself to have a real chance to look. He'd get another, he was sure of it.
His eyes followed to where Mary was indicating. "Yeah. I would like that, actually."