Johnny managed to slip away without the authorities noticing him, but the paranoia of being caught was eating away at what little sanity was left in tact. Heart throbbing at the speed of light, or what seemed like it, Johnny gladly took refuge in this house. The idea of its owner appearing did not occur to him, not yet anyway, but he knew Emika had arranged things well. Even in the chaos, she managed the stressful situation, unlike Johnny who was near to the point of breaking.
As rebellious as he was in spirit, nearly being caught put him on edge. Until Emika arrived, he took shelter in the basement. Curled up on the couch, he stared at his cell phone, waiting for it to startle him with a notification from Emika that someone had went wrong. He was nervous for her and, of all of the participants in that evening's events, he was concerned for her most. Usually at this point in time, if he were on his own, he would have settled down somewhere and went back to a normal routine. Yet on that night all he could think about was her.
When she called his name, he snapped out of his daze and rose from the couch. Taking in the sight of her black eye, he rushed over to her, his jaw falling the more he stared. "Emika! Jesus, are you okay?" Reaching out, he gently touched her chin and moved her face so that he could see her better in the light. "I think there's some ice in his bar, let me grab you some."