*John flicks through the newspapers and drinks his tea. It's the full moon tonight - if the cure has worked, Peter will have been able to avoid transformation last night. Tonight, however, would pose the biggest challenge. Tonight is when whatever is left of the wolf will be at its strongest. With Peter so weak, it could possibly be the... he might... tonight may very well be the l...*

*John takes a big swig of his tea, distracting himself with one of the small inside stories. He sips at his tea and tries to ignore the growing dread in his stomach.*

*Tea finishes, he puts his mug in the sink, picks up the papers and painkillers and goes through to Peter's cell, as has become his routine by now.*

Good morning, Peter. How were the audiobooks?