"There's always something trying to get in, isn't there?" John would admit curiosity about those creatures, but it wasn't as if he hadn't seen his own fair share of tentacles and demons. And demons with tentacles. Whatever. Point was he'd seen some shit, and he suspected Stephen had also seen some shit. They probably would have to drink about it one of these days. He thought maybe he wouldn't dislike that. Even if the guy talked to himself while he worked his spells out.
Which, fine. John did that too. Just usually he was alone when he did it.
The thing was, it wasn't like John didn't care about technique, it was interesting enough to compare and contrast and he was and always had been studious when it came to this sort of thing. Not that anyone would think it, looking at him. The way that Strange created the door was different than he might, but the fact that he made a door at all was telling. Similar. Well. John would have actually constructed a door. The real kind, made of wood and knobs and all. But he just liked things to be down to earth, he supposed.
He stepped through the portal and looked around at the wall proper while taking a drag from his cigarette. "Alright," he said, shaking his shoe a little like that might get some of the sand out. "What is it you're looking for, anyway?"