Options and plan B's were good, especially when you didn't know where you were, or what you were dealing with. But that plan B implied that something would happen to John's sire, and that wouldn't happen. Not if the young vampire had anything to say or do about it.
"Another Pam?" John laughed softly, though it might have been with a hint of exasperation. He imagined that whatever version of his sibling he met, he was in for a good harassment and toying with. He'd adjusted to living with Pam's games, but that didn't seem to diminish her enjoyment of them. "So we can meet ourselves from different worlds here. Puts a bit of a spin on the blending of realities in the first place."
He didn't know if he'd like to meet another version of himself. If it was a human version, he imagined the other him would be disgusted by the creature he'd become. If not... well, he didn't think it would be fun seeing some other version of himself who met an unnatural end, either.
He shrugged off the thoughts, trusting that even if there was another John somewhere his family would no more forget him than he'd forget them when meeting their dopplegangers.
He rubbed his head. The noise was still loud and the street lamps bothered him as much as headlights with the brights on. He didn't complain, however. He'd been trained out of self pity back in boot camp, and morose reflection was no more welcome in seminary school or the priesthood. "I'm just glad I found you. Pam told me a little of what it was like, back in your home world. But I didn't think I'd ever see a city again, much less have to learn... how to live in one," he said, dropping his hands back into his denim jacket pockets. "It mostly looks like back home. I didn't think the general public would appreciate my asking for blood donations on the street. Even if I was playing my guitar for it."