Small town, you know a few people. Especially when they all come to tell you what bloody madness has struck people when we're cooped up in different places.

[ John ultimately doesn't care if people try bonkers things -- it's doing it the right way. Because, otherwise, the repercussions were... damning to say the least. ]

And what came about from your wee bit of a peace offering, eh? Did the clouds part, the rains come, rainbows, doves?