Jesse showed himself out of the house and opted not to teleport home. He needed the silence, the long walk back to the mansion, to get his thoughts in order. John was the key. John had always been the key. Now he just needed to figure out how to get to the lock where Emma was waiting on the other side. 18
Jesse called Michelle and told her to come home as he turned onto his street, and by the time he made it to the house, she was there, her eyes anxious, her mouth pulled into a frown.
“Where were you? Did something happen?”
“Yes, something happened, but nothing bad. I was at John’s.”
“You went to visit John? Why?”
“Because we were friends once. Maybe we still are. I wanted him to understand that it was not in his best interest to provoke me.”
Michelle’s frown deepened. “Did he listen to you?”