[John heads off for great doctor! Hellspoint is... well, it's a bit busy at this time of night, but a lot of the respectable (and irrespectable) folk are in bed.] [Inns and bars are open. Shops aren't. Standard deal.] * John heads to a promising in to ask for where to find a doctor. Like the one that they stayed at! [John heads to the inn they stayed at! The same guy as before is standing behind the counter. He looks up, recognizes John, and goes back to his paperwork.] Say, where can I find a doc at this hour? [He looks back up again, realizes John's talking to him (who else would he talk to?) and says, "Is that slot-eye sick again?"] Nah, got some bullet wounds to deal with. ["Oh." He scribbles something down on a sheet of paper, and John needs to give the GM a mind roll at a -2.] [He gives John the slip of paper. "Here. He charges double for waking him up."] * John takes it and glances at the paper, making sure he can read what's on it. [He can! John is literate.] (Wootaru!) (It's a name/address, right?) (And directions! So handy.) * John passes him a few bucks. "Thanks man." * John heads out! [He tucks the money away and goes back to his work.] [John leaves!] * John goes to the place described on the note! Whoho! [John arrives at a nice, two-story home. The lights are off, and there's a heavy knocker on the door.] * John knocks! [No answer!] * John knocks again. c.c; [After a few minutes of knocking, he sees a soft glow behind one of the front windows, then the door unlocks from the inside and opens to reveal a wrinkled old man who looks... very tired. He's wearing nightclothes and a cap and socks!] You're the doctor? [He squints at John. One hand is holding a candle, and the other, amusingly, has a revolver in it, though it's not pointed at John. It's hard to tell if he actually knows how to use it or not. "Yes. What's the problem, son?"] Shootout, got someone in critical condition. She's patched up fer now, but needs some better attention soon. ( <- Parses candle as crayon x.x ) (It's Crayola!) [His mouth thins. "All right, but it'll cost ya. I was just getting some rest. Have insomnia, you know."] Yeah, heard ya charge double. I bet insomnia in a town like this is the norm, not the exception... And thanks. [He nods. "Give me five minutes." And he shuts the door on John.] * John smiles and waits. *ting!* [He emerges again! This time, he isn't carrying a gun or a candle; his hair (what little there is) isn't exactly combed, but he's dressed pretty well in a dark coat, dress shirt and slacks, vest, and nice shoes. The man must run a decent business. He's wearing spectacles, too, and carrying his medicine bag. "Let's hurry," he says as he shuts and locks the door behind him.] * John nods and heads over to the, uh... the place we came from. [The mansion! John heads towards the Jennings mansion. The doctor walks quickly behind him.] (Yeah, that place!) [It's on a hill!] [The doctor doesn't say anything.] * John doesn't expect him to! (How're you getting to Millie?) (Uh, through the way I came out?) (The hole?) (... WHAT hole?) (... There's a HOLE blasted through the WALL.) (Oh, sure, that works.) [John leads the doctor around the mansion and towards the back, to the giant gaping hole caused by an explosion! Well, it is pretty big, given a person can easily fit through.] [And he goes into the main channel!]