[center][h1][color=0072bc]John[/color][/h1][/center]

Well that had been a huge bust. He had hoped to get the attention of someone with the same...condition as him, yet no one approached him '[color=0072bc][i]It's the not knowing that's killing me. I feel like I've become part of some conspiracy, yet I'm the only one with no idea what is going on. I really hope that I didn't just give myself away to a group of crazed serial killers. No, what are you thinking John? That way lies madness. Besides; that was all yesterday, and nothing has happened so far[/i][/color]' he thought to himself.

It was currently the next day, and while he normally went to the cafe in the morning, he wasn't ready to return to there just yet. After all, a man had died there. Although he knew it wasn't fair to the owners of the cafe; the man wasn't attacked there, he just stumbled in while he was already bleeding to death. So to deny them business because of something that wasn't even their fault was completely unfair. That being said, he didn't feel ready to return there just yet. So instead, he decided to try a diner close to his house '[color=0072bc][i]It's quite bizarre, now that I think about it; I've passed by this place more then a few times...yet I've never gone in before[/i][/color]' entering the diner, he took a seat and opened up the menu.