John ran down the streets of his hometown, his talisman bouncing up and down his chest. The jacket he was wearing for protection from the cold fit him tightly, revealing the light muscles that he had gained in the few weeks he had been training. I’ve got to hurry… He thought as his stride widened as he tried to run faster. I… don’t want to… keep her waiting… As he ran down the streets, he saw a floral Shoppe that he remembered from when he was still at the orphanage. He had gone there once to buy flowers for Miss Wilson. John walked to the man, taking time to straighten himself up a little.