John stands outside, staring into the middle distance with a faraway look in his eyes, absently scratching Gunner behind the ear. Out of nowhere a voice greets him.<br/><br/>"Evenin' Eight-Fingers. Still plannin' on pissin' off?"<br/><br/>"Aye... try an' stop me." Replies John, frowning.<br/><br/>"You won't find it... what you're really looking for... just thought you'd want to know." And with that the stranger stalks away, leaving John with his key and his dog. John pulls out his knife and begins whittling angrily, his remaining teeth bared and his scars stretched with a frown.