Ah, no, mate. Told me I had a second chance to save it... but something about that sounds fishy. So, I doubt that's really what the case is.

[ He shakes his head. ]

Ribs got a bit bruised up. Air's cold. I smoke. Take a pick of a reason.

[ John slips his hands into his pockets and keeps walking. Although it's an uneven walk. Those ribs are more than just bruised. ]

Oh well, you're the one that can see my soul. I imagine you've got your answer to that one already.