"...once they let us out." Jon nods, but there is a sigh accentuating his words. "I... I should have known better... Than to come here." He really should have. He knew he was being lured and still followed. And now? Now he can barely think straight.

The reflections around them begin to flicker, their lights dimming and causing the room to become darker yet. "Right..." Jon exhales. "I suppose our time here is nearly over. At least..." A gesture of his hand. The time they have stuck together in Jon's head.