John shrugs, "There's really nothing to tell. I'm good at sports and I can fight, nothing too interesting." Their pizzas arrive and John leans over, whispering in the waitress ear. As she nods and walks away, John says, "Thanks."

Anthony watches her closely, looking for any sign that she'd slip back into the past. "When I came back with the information I had found, you had fallen asleep. I tried to wake you but couldn't, so I carried you over here. I waited for over an hour for you to wake up, but grew impatient, so here we are."