John was enjoying his freedom. The freedom to be out and about, to be seen without it threatening his life...it was something he hadn’t known in a very, very long time. If ever. So he was spending a lot of time outside his apartment, just enjoying it. He loved it, loved this place, even though he couldn’t entirely believe it was real. It just seemed too good.
A flash of light broke the darkness, and he looked over quickly in the direction from which it had come. He saw a girl there, looking frustrated as she stared at her golden, glowing hand.