"Actually I-" he starts, glancing over at Constantine before deciding to continue. What the hell. No point keeping all these secrets anyway.

"After the witch done our deal she threw me into a well. Knew I didn't cope well in small, dark spaces. I was there for a hundred thirty years." Give or take a few years.

"World changed while I wa'n't looking." Doc shrugs at the fire. Is he talking just to John or a bunch of dismembered voices also trapped here in a big old boarding house, haven given up hope long time ago for a way out? Who knows.

"You're the first gentleman I've met with that accent. Many boxes still unticked, like everyone else."