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John had a finally gotten a day off after every crazy event that had taken place in Beacon Hills, but that didn’t stop him from trying to do case work. The case he was working on was the one of his missing deputy. Parrish had just vanished with out a trace, and if Lydia hadn’t come to him all worried months before, Stilinski wouldn’t have thought too much of it; who wouldn’t want to leave after dealing with supernatural creatures from hell? After everything that John had been through even he thought about just dropping everything and packing up and leaving.
After about a good hour of just staring at useless papers, John decided that he needed something to eat. Pushing himself away from the table, he stood up and stretched out his sore muscles. He grabbed his coat and headed for the front door. Swinging open the door, his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. “Jesus!”
The last year or so had been a haze to him. One day he woke up and had no idea where he was. He’d initially thought he was in Afghanistan, but he couldn’t remember any forests around there. And it didn’t look like his home state of Minnesota, either. The only thing he recognized was his dog, who had been the one to wake him up in the first place.
After that, Parrish had taken off in an attempt to figure out what was going on with him, but he couldn’t seem to stay awake long enough to do anything of consequence. He kept blanking out and finding himself somewhere completely different with only his dog for company. He didn’t know how or why, but he eventually ended up standing on someone’s doorstep with, again, no clue how he’d gotten there.
Parrish jumped in surprise when the man in front of him yelled. He raised his arms to defend himself, but after a few seconds, he realized this person wasn’t a threat.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “I- I’m lost. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
