John isn’t the escapee, but a man in white scrubs, black rubber shoes, a beige cardigan and a wild mane of salt and pepper hair that makes his somewhat cherubic face look for all the world like a big cuddly bear disguise that the mane actually belongs to a lion, coiling to pounce.

A much smaller man is next to him. One that looks entirely less thrilled to be here. One whose face John may recognize from ADI.

It’s the teddy bear that speaks.

“Well, hello! See, son? I told you we’d run into some friends.”