He'd been hunting for a few days in a row now, even though this was nothing new, you couldn't help but worry about him. Soon, however, you heard the sound of turning keys on the front door. It was John. Of course it was him, but it still surprised you. His bad mood was obvious as he immediately rushed upstairs. The faint sound of the rustling of books and the clicking of weapons could be heard before the door to his office finally slammed behind him, seemingly preparing to get going again.