You don't waste any time waiting for his reply-- you had said you'd be there in less than a minute, after all, and you're no liar. But you do take a second to tweak the coordinates just a bit, aiming to land inside his apartment this time (and hopefully not in the middle of a fridge or cabinet or. Well, best to just hope you got it right.) before entering them and setting off.
You're lucky, thank god. You arrive just inside the door and instantly begin walking forward. "Hey John, I'm here." In the interest of getting things going faster, you start pulling your shirt off along the way.









