John laced their hands together as they walked to the Dakota building.

"Your wife won't mind?" Kayla asked as she slid off her shirt before John, wearing her jeans and black bra.

John stood there, biting his lower lip. It wasn't out of lust.

It was out of sadness because he saw the bruises and cuts lying on her skeleton-like body.

"No," John breathed, "she won't mind at all."