John sat in the entryway of his home, tapping his foot. His eyes had not moved from the front door for over an hour. He had used the rest of yesterday as Lydia had advised. He had eaten until he was full. He had relaxed as best he could relax. Then he had slept, deep and until he was fully rested. The high Wisdom came in helpful at the strangest of times, letting him put aside his woes to continue functioning well even in his current situation. After breakfast, he had sat down in the entryway and just stared at the door.
Aclysia, one step to his right, shifted uncomfortably. She had done that whenever she had nothing to do. Only in the moments when she had something to do did she seem able to take her mind off something. "Are you angry at me, Master?" she suddenly blurted out, both in his mind and in the real world.
"What?" John asked and turned to her. The sober look in his eyes intensified her squirming. "Why ever would I be angry at YOU?!"
