Jon went back to the door and picked his two weapons up. He didn't know why he was so paranoid. Maybe it was the new companions. It was good to not be alone, but losing those two would be harsh. He tucked the revolver behind him and laid the machete on a table. If Denny has been staying here for a while, it must be safer than he thinks. From upstairs, he heard the voice and the footsteps of the two. He glanced to the end of the staircase and waited for them to come down.