[ He can't help the corresponding smile that blooms over his features. He chuckles, hand reaching out to hold onto hers. He doesn't know what's the last thing she remembers, from back home. But they've had a connection for much longer than the recent development in their relationship, that he remembers so well he can still feel his lips on hers when he thinks about it hard enough. ]

I'd have liked a postcard. [ His voice is gentle, as it tends to be when he's talking to Clarice. ] I guess there isn't much that'll stop me when I've got something in mind. [ Someone.

In the darkness and lights of the cave, her eyes look positively enchanting. John's stomach twists. ]

What's the last thing you remember, from back home?