The smell of sizzling bacon fills John's nose as he stirs awake, feeling for you on the bed and bolting upright when he realises you're not there. It takes him a few seconds to register the smell of bacon again and realise that somebody - probably you - is cooking in the kitchen.

He groans, forcing himself out of bed to check, and sure enough, there you are. Standing at the stove, making bacon and eggs with orange juice and pancake mix sitting on the counter behind you.

It's almost sweet seeing you finally accept the House of Mystery as your home. Almost.

Unfortunately for you, John's not an idiot and can clearly see the front door half open, showing the swirling void outside. He's the only one that can make it stop, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out that you tried to escape, failed, and are now trying to get back on his good side.

"Luv," John leans against the kitchen door frame and raises his eyebrow, his voice making you jump. "Just what do you think you're up to?" He doesn't sound angry, more amused, but you know from experience that John's a good actor.