"Rician, my boy! So good to see you!" Jonathan smiled as he began walking towards the lunatic. "Why don't you quit swinging that firearm about? You're making my guests nervous."

The lunatic did not oblige. Instead he fired a shot into the sky and smirked as Jonathan froze. Fatimah and I smirked as well, mouths hidden behind our hands.

Then Rician steadied his rifle on Jonathan.

"We have a problem, old friend. And you're going to fix it."