"I'd be happy to help," John answers and he means it sincerely. For such a long time he had felt as if there was no purpose, as if all the light had gone out of the world when Jessica died and without her, without the light, there would be no point to anything. Resorting to the life he had, to homelessness and drunkenness, that had seemed like such an easy, obvious solution, but Finch had reminded him how much good there was left to do.

And he'll continue to do that wherever and whenever he can.

"But it's probably for the best neither of us go looking for trouble," he agrees. "At least not until we know what's out there."