John walked around the corner, a cigarette between his lips and all of his usual confidence bolstering each step he took. Maybe it was something about that trench coat he always wore. That tan coloured coat, with the collar sticking up, that had become something of a signature look for the Liverpudlian. He wore a white dress shirt with a dark red tie, and a pair of black trousers and plain black boots. His hair was a little messy and his face wore a good few days worth of stubble. John shaved. Just not every day. He wanted to. Always felt clean and proper when he dressed up nice and shaved, but he hadn't been that person for a very long time.
"All right there, Squire?" he said, looking at Johnn and the cat. "Right... take it that the cat's coming with us then?" he asked, plucking the cigarette from his lips. "I planned on looking around. Seeing how the leylines might have affected things here. See if I can map things out for a plan of mine. Might see if we can find a ghost or two we chat to, preferably the non violent ones" he added. "So, any questions?" he asked.