Had it not been for the man's hair, John might not have recognized him, at least until he caught onto his scent. But there Simon was, meandering about as if at perfect ease within the crowd and not a care in the world. He doubted it was the case. Simon was a strange fellow, but his brain was too inquisitive to rest for long.
"Hello there, old friend," he said, patting his shoulder. "I hadn't thought to see you here. Did you grow tired of your experiments?"