"We are still ourselves." He murmurs it with uncertainty in his voice, as though trying to be convinced. Is he? He thought that he'd be with Arthur again, and thus be reminded of who he wants to be. Instead he is alone in a new world, and worse, alone inside his head.

John rolls over to face the dark, blank wall of his bunk.

"Well. Let us hope we can keep hold of that, no matter what comes."