Sure enough when he slipped the pants on, they nearly fell off again, but like he cared. They were clothes. With a happy sigh, he pulled the t-shirt over his head, laughing to himself that it was a little tight. He probably looked like a douchebag, but at least he had clothes.
"Thank you so much.. uh." He had never been given a name. Shaking his head with a bright smile, he held his hand out to shake. "I'm John.. uh," Shit. Glancing around at street signs got him... "Barbara. John Barbara."