"No. I was focusing on making distance from the Cornucopia." He turned the corner and the platform game into view, complete with dim, but obvious light. He pulled to a stop and looked back, narrowing his eyes at the obvious blood on John's forehead.

John...

It really was him. There was absolutely no denying it, now. He had thought he was dead. He, and everyone else he had ever known. He had assumed all of them had been dead for hundreds of years...

His lips parted, but... what was there to say?