Hey huys, new story :D This chapter is quite short, but I just needed something to help start the story. The next chapter is much longer, thanks for reading :)
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John opened his eyes to the monotonous noise of a hover in the next room, Mrs. Hudson obviously didn't realise John was still in bed. He was sleeping in most days, didn't seem to go out much any more. He sighed before deciding to get up and try to actually do something productive today. He grabbed the first shirt he found lying on his bed and buttoned it up, he put on the rest of the outfit of clothes that were half washed lying on the floor. He had neglected tidying his room as well as other activities that needed to be done but were instead were just piling up on his to do list. Noticing the cup of coffee on the bed side table, he picked it up and took a sip before realising it was several days old. It tasted horrible and he spat it out as soon as he realised. Just as he placed the mug back down on table, his phone beeped. He hoped it wasn't another generic text from another person wanting to take pity on him for his loss. He checked the phone,
I think it's time for a meet up, buddy.
Marti's Bistro, 11:30
JM
JM? What? But he...he disappeared after, what had happened. This just didn't make sense. John needed to get down to the bottom of this. He left his room, grabbing his coat off his armchair and left. The cold air hit him as he left, he hadn't left the apartment in a few days. He brushed off the cold feelings, and let his curiosity and determination to find out what was going on take over him. He decided to walk, he could use the exercise, he hadn't moved properly in days, spending most of his time in bed or lounging around the apartment.