Lack of Proof

Ryan turned his head to check the man that was standing beside him beforehand. The man that looked casual enough to not be recognized as an elite of the state. He realized the man had began walking away from the spot, his back now turned toward him.

"Is something wrong?"

He heard Matthew yell amid the loud pitched noise and he turned to look at the man, giving him a shake of his head as an initial response.

"I don't know. I just felt something weird going on in me when he was still here,"

Matthew raised an eyebrow as he raised his glass to his lips. "Could be the drink you know?"

"Yeah," he turned back to look at the man that was now far away from his own spot, "could be the drink,"

.....

'So, did it work?'

John sat, squinting to look at the lady seated nearest to his side. He had regained control of his body, enabling him exhibit his normal functions by himself.

[It did not. But now, I am more than assured he is the one.]