The best marathon runners would probably fare just about the same.
And for someone who had drunk quite a bit of alcohol, this speed was indeed a bit lethal.
"Why didn't you take a car?" Amelia got off the ground, organizing her trash can.
John waited two seconds before he answered, "Couldn't wait."
Amelia paused with her trash in hand.
John added, "The thought of you alone at home... and with catching a car, boarding it, getting off, possibly getting stuck in traffic on the way—it might not be faster than running back."
Amelia opened the door.
She saw John and the heaps of garbage behind him.
It hadn't even been ten minutes, yet he had already managed to clean out the living room.
"Let's go throw out the trash together." She was willing to make peace with him.
John immediately broke into a smile.
As usual.
"Sure," he said, "You don't need to carry anything, just accompany me downstairs."
He seemed to be back to his normal self, which was great.
