"Sweet. I don't have to waste gas makin' multiple trips." John chirped before interlacing his fingers and stretching his arms outwards to pop his knuckles, "Lemme just grab my wallet and i'll meet you lot outside." was all he said before teleporting out of the room and back into the basement. There was a combination of shuffling and clinking sounds downstairs as he shifted around papers and vials that, much like what had stained his lab coat, were filled with only god knew what before he gave a cry of "Aha! Found you ya little devil!". Another teleportion placed him just on the stairs of the front porch, causing him to stumble a bit from the sudden change in footing, though he managed not to fall, "And now we play the waiting game." he said to no one in particular as he stared outward into the neighborhood.