James sighed when his Patronus turned yet another corner.
"Bloody stupid idea...two directions is just going to get us killed..." He grumbled to himself. He was tired, and not in the literal sense so much as ready to be back in his little home with his wife and baby. This madness about being in the future and in Muggle America was really just too much to a pureblooded wizard who hadn't spent much time in the Muggle world without his Muggleborn wife to guide him.
He stumbled over a squashed soda can, and though he didn't fall, his glasses did and he wasted precious seconds feeling on the grimy ground to find them again. For all he knew, Voldemort had followed them and was torturing Lily while he was crawling and feeling the ground. Putting his glasses back on, he rose and held his wand that much tighter. Hopefully he would find Harry...or at least find someone who knew about magic to help him find Harry...very soon.
He stopped, seeing the silvery doe of Lily's patronus. This could either be VERY good, Lily telling him that Harry was alive and well, or very, VERY bad with Lily calling for help. Not bothering to call off his own patronus, James raced toward Lily.