I take another mouth full of brandy before turning to a picture that was sitting on my night stand. John and I weren't the picture type which must have been quite evident with his half smirk as we both leaned up against the wall of our flat. I hadn't even looked but Ms. Hudson was quick with her fingers and snapped a picture of us, insisting on framing it and putting it somewhere we would always see it considering we didn't actually have a picture together.
It was weird because I had the chance to get rid of it, but somehow it didn't seem right.
Soon, I walked out of my room, catching sight of John sleeping soundly on the sofa. I watched to make sure he was in fact in a deep enough sleep for me to sneak up to the roof for a breath of fresh air.
I took it in, many children and families passed by which was not abnormal for this time. What wasn't ordinary was the Chevrolet Impala that pulled up outside the house. Two men exited the vehicle. One taller with long (for a man) hair and the other shorter with short hair.
They both wore plaid underneath a jacket with worn jeans to complete the look. They exchanged a glance and a few words which I couldn't quite make out before venturing to my doorstep.
That was when I realized that John and I were in for a real adventure.