There's a knock at your door, which is odd enough in of itself considering it's 11pm and pouring down with rain.

To your surprise, John Constantine stands under the shelter of your porch, soaked to the skin.

"Hey luv, long time no see! I know it's a bit unexpected, but do you think you could lend and old friend a hand?" John shivers before sneezing, looking at you hopefully, despite the fact that the last time you saw each other was 13 years ago and you threw a fork at him in anger.