John had never much cared for the American West. It was far too unlike London, with the bright sun and the vast stretches of little but arid desert. The only reason he had visited it all those years ago was because of how lawless it was, how much easier it was to kill without getting caught.

That and he could be back home before tea.

Now it was an inconvenience to be endured until the island saw fit to revert to its previous state. John Druitt had a great amount of patience when required and could merely wait it out.

Seeing Kate walk into the saloon though, he was reminded that this was hardly the worst thing that could happen to someone. John had lost the woman he loved and he knew how badly it could hurt.

"If it was possible, I would buy you a drink," he said, coming up behind her. He knew that she would sense him there, so he felt no need to announce himself.