With his human ears, John recognized the voice instantly. How. How did they always wind up in these situations? He dragged a hand down his face in an attempt to pull his wits into action. It didn't work.
"Buffy." His voice was almost mournful. "I'm so sorry. I wish I could see you once without something having gone horribly awry."
But the City didn't seem keen on allowing it - and, had they been in London, things honestly wouldn't have been much different. John didn't like 'boring.' He couldn't live a simple life if he tried.
"I was bitten yesterday," he mumbled. "At the hospital. I came around a corner to find a wolf attacking another doctor. Apparently they don't like being threatened with cafeteria trays."