Red Meadow.

[johalt]

OOC: Ok.

IC: John tried to "exit" the hug. "Back? Like, back to our old life?" John shook his head semi-consciously. "I'm gonna be frank with you; two years ago I came out of a comma -- a very long sleep -- in a hospital; I had no idea where I was, or what had happened; the doctors there told me I had been out for a whole year. Anything from what we reckoned would've been 14 years early -- 16 years now -- was gone; they figured it was due to brain cell damage, very typical for cases like mine; they said I might get them back, I might not, they had no idea.

"I don't think I even ever had a decent memory; what I can recall is just glimpses, shadows to something... something even I can't figure out. I've been here, surviving, since then. Then you showed up. You openned up what I think must be some of those lost memories. You say I am your father, but the fact might be that I was your father; I have no way to guarrantee to you that I am the same as I was then. Whatever I was then, whatever we were to each other... I have a whole different life now! I don't know if I could just leave it behind..."

But do I want to? More thoughts buzzing at his ear. True, he did feel something for this girl, regardless of who she was, and he would not exactly be leaving much behind... But... Something pulled him back, told him that this would not be the wisest course of action. He had heard this voice once before, and it had never been wrong. Ever. But he couldn't just leave this girl, obviously alone, to fend for herself. Isn't that what you've been doing, if she's right? That voice was starting to piss him off now. Though he knew what really was enraging him was the thought of leaving anybody, especially her, to fend for themselves. he shook himself out of his thoughts and back into reality. "I don't not know whether or not I can give you back your old life," he paused again, choosing his words carefully, "...but I think I might be able to offer you a new one..." True, he would have to make massive changes to his lifestyle, and it would cost more, but screw moneys! He never really gave much of a shit about currency; survival was the only thing that really mattered... Maybe she could help him change that... Give him an excuse other than "failure to die" to continue living. His stomach rumbled. That's not good... "Anyway, I think we should get some lunch before we start making all these life shattering plans." He half joked.