"Because I possess an almost invincible 'good luck'"

Jonathan woke up at 10 a.m. the next day, indulging in a rare late-morning sleep. When he opened his eyes, Zebulon returned with breakfast, sharing a sandwich and a cup of coffee with him.

"Been ages since I had a sandwich from that place. Used to eat it all the time in junior high," Zebulon commented. "Did the door slam wake you when I went out?"

"Nope, slept like a log. Really needed the sleep," Jonathan replied, stifling a yawn. After freshening up, he sat at the breakfast table and enjoyed his meal.

The color had returned to Jonathan's face, looking much healthier than his ashen appearance the night before after emerging from the dark realm. Healing had taken a toll on his energy, so he ate more than usual.

After eating, Zebulon fiddled with some second-hand dumbbells Jonathan had bought earlier. Meanwhile, Jonathan turned to his computer, accessing CCTV footage from the surrounding streets.