"They tend to end up back in the same places even if they try," Jack said thoughtfully. "Human nature, I suppose."

He paused in front of an bog-standard pub with an old sign and a boring name. "Well, the front part is still here. What we'd want would be downstairs." He was going to assume it was and just walk through like he had absolutely no question as to what he was doing, but he managed a smile at Mitchell, first. "Ready to see your kind?"