"Well, let's test my memory," John says with a faint smile. Maybe he should visit the hospital, but he'd really rather not and it isn't as if it's the first possible concussion he's ever had. His head hurts, but his vision is fine and he's not dizzy, nor does he thinks his reflexes or coordination have suffered, which probably means, if anything, the concussion is mild at worst. He knows who he is, he knows who Karen is, can remember both his own birthdate and hers, and he can tell her the mayor of Darrow, as well as the last ten presidents in order.

"Ask me anything," he says, turning them in the direction of their shared building. She can stay with him overnight, make sure he doesn't get any worse, but given everything that's just happened, he doesn't want to end up in the hospital, surrounded by doctors. He wants to go home with her. He just wants to be with her.