*John is flicking through the papers before he takes them down to Peter when a thought strikes him. He checks his calendar. The full moon is tomorrow.*

*John takes a large gulp of tea.*

*Tomorrow they'll know if Vince and Peter's efforts have been successful - they should know if Peter is still a werewolf. If there's even the smallest part of the wolf left by then, however, then Peter will be in for one truly horrible night. Not even the DEFRA-approved painkillers would be able to help.*

*John tucks the newspapers under his arm, grabs the painkillers and heads down to Peter's cell.*