The more and more I think on it, the crazier my world seems to be. Maybe it was all a dream, that this damned fool castle gave me. Something like that couldn't really happen, it's just not possible.
...But it felt so damn real. Seeing them again... If this is a trick, it's a cruel one.
[John is out by the stables, tending to the horses because that sort of thing relaxes him. His journal is open to one side as he dictates]
There are folk here from far stranger worlds than mine. So I've got to wondering, has anyone here had experience of mystical Mexican masks? The walking dead? Sasquatch? Chupacabra? Devil steeds? [There's a long pause, followed by a sigh] ...Unicorns?
[[ooc: If you want to kiss JOhn as a human, here is your chance, he'll be going zombie on Sunday]]