XIX: John Is Missing

John went out last night. I didn't think much of it; in fact, I didn't notice until after he'd gone. (Which is to say, when tea didn't materialize.) Even then I wasn't worried. He goes out, he comes back . . . sometimes with groceries, which is a definite plus.

But then I began receiving strange pictures on my phone.

Evidently on an airplane...

And at a hotel...

Tell me why he needs such a large bed?
And who tucked him in, exactly?

Where IS this place?
Aside from the pictures, which have been sent as text messages, I've heard nothing from John. And while he appears none the worse for wear, I have to wonder: who is taking these photos?

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