He didn't know how he had gotten there exactly, but Jimmy knew that he must keep moving. Ever since he arrived back from Ireland, he had been plagued by a nagging feeling that he was being watched. As he passed a shop window, he was stopped in his tracks by the sight of his reflection.
Cuts marked his face and his clothes bore all the signs of sleeping rough. Running his hand over his now stubble covered chin, he bit his lip in disdain at his new disheveled appearance. "Man alive...I need a shower...and a shave...and some wine..." Jimmy mused as he shook his head mournfully and trudged onward, his collar turned up to help hide the various scars and cuts that marked his neck, courtesy of the bushes and branches he had now been forced to call his bed.
Jimmy was so caught up in his own misery, he almost didn't pay attention to the very familiar and very lovely sight of Kaleigh ahead of him. "K-kaleigh??" he stammered timidly, his face flushed as he desperately wished he had cleaned himself up.