Jon ran home as best he could, considering he was holding a bath towel around himself, trying to make sure it didn't expose anything. And it seemed that he would actually make it.
But as he crossed the street to get to his house, everything went black again.
He was teleporting, just like before.
When the world came back, he stood there, stunned for a moment. And that turned out to be a bad idea, because the place he teleported to was a busy street.
A car honked, breaking him out of his daze. But it wasn't enough to make him move and the car hit him, knocking him onto the pavement and causing him to drop the towel, exposing his naked (and now bleeding) body to countless people. Right before losing consciousness, he recognized his surroundings as downtown. He was at least a mile from his house.
"What the hell?! Oh god, are you okay?" a man asked, getting out of the car and running to Jon's side. He looked around and saw people gathering near them. "He just came out of nowhere. Literally," he explained to them, as if they needed to know. Then he looked back down at Jon and cringed. "Oh man."
