This isn't where he's supposed to be. This town, even this world, it's all wrong. John isn't a stranger to feeling vulnerable, or to feeling hunted. He is short of the resources he's used to, and the allies he took for granted.

Until now, he's been careful. Quiet. He keeps himself out of sight, he engages with people when he needs to. He never tells them much. He tries to make friends, but that's never been the easiest thing. It adds up to him being alone, here, searching the board. He does this every night, ever since he tacked up his own message:

"No fate. 1430 1st and 3rd."

He waits there every day, at that time, at the corner between those two streets. None of them ever come. So he comes here, every night, and he searches for any sign that they might have left a message of their own, might be looking for him. As always, there's nothing.

Until there's a sound, and John acts on instinct. He hides.

He's going to stay there. There isn't a reason to reveal himself; he doesn't know the guy who walks in. Someone in armour. Tensing, he waits. And then they're calling him out, and his eyes close. He stands, though he keeps to the shadows, not wanting his face to be seen.

"You know, technically? I was here first."