John laughs softly and says, "Now that would be an experience."

He has no idea what he would do with something like that. Eighteen wasn't exactly a proud year for him, he'd done some awful things, gotten into a lot of trouble, and caused his mother a fair bit of grief. It had been a time before he'd had the choice of jail or the military, a time when he'd still been so angry about his father's death. Not really a time he has any interest in repeating.

"How was that?" he asks. "Did you have your memories of Darrow?"