Some workers passed him while he was paging back through his schedule, they were on their way to work, while he was just leaning against the wall, looking lost.
During the twenty three days of the mission he counted a logged total of thirty eight hours of sleep. That included the eighteen hours that he had slept one roll from his trip to the morgue. Or most likely a trip out the bay door into the fog below, followed by the ground courtesy of Quidir's thugs.
"No wonder I'm loopy." John dropped the comm into his pocket and followed immediately by running his fingers back through his hair. The dust and grime that flicked from the matted mass of overly long fur, he called hair, must have raised more than one look during his descent home from the 'high-life' at the top of the tower where
