Author's Note: There are a total of 40 chapters. Which means we're very nearly done. :-D Remember to leave a review!
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"John! Open up, John!" The distant, female voice awoke John suddenly the next morning. He blinked. The room was filled with bright light, shining in the window, and Chas was sitting on the bottom of the bed, cross-legged, watching John.
John growled a little. "Chas... what the fuck is that noise?"
Chas adjusted his white shirt as there was frenzied knocking at the door to the apartment. "It's Angela Dodson, John."
"Fuck." John sat up, feeling oddly refreshed. "What shall I do, Chas?"
"Answer the door, please, she's giving me a headache."
John laughed grimly as he slid out of bed. "Stay out of sight," he told Chas, kissing his cheek briefly before walking to the entrance of his apartment.
He opened the door and looked out at Angela in distaste. Her hair was in a neat plait. She was dressed in a white jumper and black jeans.
"What, Angela?" he asked.
She shuffled. "John, we need to talk."
"Angela, I've said everything I had to say to you," he replied dully.
He pushed the door, but she slammed her hand up against it, stopping him closing it. He glared at her, and she glared back. For a long time, they stood like this, John hating Angela.
"You need help, John." She shook her head. "People heard you last night, running... shouting... screaming for Chas, in the storm."
John laughed without thinking. Then he realised the problem. "Angela, I'm not going back to Ravenscar. Not ever."
She opened her mouth to argue, then her expression became on of shock. "Ch-Chas!" she gasped out.
John looked round. Chas was standing behind him, looking stonily at Angela. Angela shook her head, apparently horrified.
"Oh- oh well," she said, her voice high. "Goodbye..."
And she walked off.