John sighed and slumped against his chair, letting the paper he'd been reading float silently to the floor as he closed his eyes and rested his head against the chair. It was warm and sunny outside, the sun shining in through the windows and cooking him slowly. All warm and comfy, John began to loose his grip on consciousness.
He was exhausted, running around Julian and Cynthia on his one day off in who knows how long and now they were both out. Something about Cynthia needing to find the right flowers for the garden or something. Well that was lovely, but John wanted to relax so Julian went with her. He'd been sitting there reading for a good half hour until his eyelids momentarily closed and there was a shuffling from the kitchen.
John's eyes flew open and he was up in seconds, edging towards the kitchen doorway with a frown on his face. No one was supposed to be here...
"Cyn?" He called, only to receive no answer. The shuffling continued and he heard the back door open and shut quickly. Figuring he'd just been robbed, John ran through the kitchen and tore the door open as he chased whoever it was.
The backyard was empty, John looking around the large estate as he tried to find where the robber might have gone. He bristled, fans were always trying to break in and steal his things, little "memento's" they were sure could be worth a fortune-to them anyway. George had once caught two girls hiding under his bed in the middle of the night, ranted about it to them for hours the next day he was so angry.
Running through the gardens, John looked frantically as he hear the brush rustle but he wasn't sure if it was because of the wind. Eventually he turned a corner and spied a rather odd hole in the side of a small hill on the edge of the property. Robber forgotten, John approached the rabbit hole to inspect it there were any residents inside.
There was nothing, just dirt and a deep, depp hole. John sighed and turned to walk away when suddenelly he felt a sharp pain in his head and then there was nothing.