"No, I was," he answers with a low laugh. "I was a romantic, even when I was a kid. I had ideas of sweeping my little girlfriends off their feet."

He's still smiling, but it's gone a touch sad now. John knows he isn't that man any longer and he knows he can't get that back. A part of him still yearns for it, for the normalcy of having a wife and children, a quiet family that is never in any danger. It's not possible, not even here. He's made enemies, he thinks maybe they both have.

"And with Jessica..." He shrugs. "I made plans. I even bought a ring."