The second Patrick saw John, he lost it. He whirled around, trying to find where John had gone, but he couldn't catch sight of him. He kept bumping into people as he did so, catching glares and shoves from others who did not appreciate the direness of Patrick's situation.
What if John hurt him? Where was he? What if he was waiting to do something to him? Drag him somewhere?
Help!! Patrick prayed, curling up into a ball on the pavement as the crowd bowed around him, no one stopping to make sure he was okay.
A second later a reassuring hand touched his shoulder and Patrick jerked away before realising it was Michael. Oh thank God it was Michael. He jumped up, wrapping his arms around the angel and letting out a sob. "It was John!" he said shakily. "Michael it was John!"