John sits on the grass as his visor stares at the silvery lake in front of him... strangely melding with a city behind it. From up there, he could see several couples moving together, acting together. Not unlike how he saw many friends of his live.

His fingers hold some strange hearts that appeared in his ammo slots, many with thoughts more accurate than he would have admitted them. It confused him somewhat. But little by little, he wondered if he was coming to understand it.

He looks at his radar. Maybe somebody else is here. He felt out of place in here.