Before I could ask JJ what that meant, I heard it too—a sound of footsteps approaching the door of my guest room. The owner of the feet stopped next to it and, after a second of hesitation, knocked.
"Come in," I said.
It was Anon. He looked much better than yesterday, I noticed with pride. Thanks to mine and Ghost's efforts, his body was almost back to normal. Some purples were still left on his face, purely cosmetic stuff that we all together decided not to bother with so late into the night, but besides that, he was completely healthy. Even the broken arm.
He looked somewhat anxious, though, and kept playing with the hem of his T-shirt.
"Hi, Diana… Jean-Jacques," Anon stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His eyes flickered between the two of us, then settled on Jean-Jacques. "I didn't have time to thank you properly for… for saving me back then. And you, Diana, for helping to heal me."
