He raised an eyebrow at that. Well, not often someone sees their own headstone. Impressive. There's a story attached to that - but he figures that is a story for another time. No one is going to want to put all their cards on the table right away. Especially John.

Belief is something that's always a struggle for people. John's burden was that he knew. He knew angels, he knew demons, and everything in between. The awe and mystery had long gone from it all. John struggled with the concept of trust. Having that faith that the Almighty had it out for him and would be there in his time of need. Bollocks, really. He just wanted to see the Almighty do something to help the people He claimed so much to love.

"Suppose they were more nightmares than dreams. Not that it kept her away." John offered a ghost of a smile in return. A glance downwards then he looked forward again. "More than a few times, mate."