Standing near the entrance to the building, Mic checked the time on his cell. He was early, surprisingly. Would it be rude to knock this early?
Mulling over the possibilities in his mind, the decision was made for him when the door was pulled open in front of him.
A man in his thirties stood in the doorway with a surprised expression. "I'm sorry can I help you?" The man asked, eyeing the Stetson on Mic's head incredulously.
"John dear, is there someone at the door?" The voice joined 'John' at the door, where an elderly red haired woman excitedly peered out. Upon laying eyes on Mic's form she grinned and spread her arms, "Mic dear!"
Fumbling to remove his hat, Mic ran a hand through his shaggy blonde locks, "Mrs. Hudson!" He cried as he embraced her.
"Oh, look at you!" Mrs. Hudson breathed, placing a hand on his cheek. "I hardly recognize you! Oh, but what am I doing, come in, come in! Oh, and John, this is Mic. He's my grand-nephew."
Stepping inside John closed the door behind the trio while reaching out to grip Mic's hand in a surprisingly firm handshake. "John Watson. It's a pleasure."
"Mic Dunham, pleasure's mine." Mic grinned and wrapped an arm around Mrs. Hudson once again, "It's so good to see ya Granny, been to long since I laid eyes on ya."
"I don't mean to delay you, John. I'll just go make some tea." This said she turned around and wandered into her apartment, leaving John and Mic standing in the foyer.
Mic turned to John, eyes sparkling, "So, where did you serve?"