Johnny was starting to get pissy about all of this. Standing, he began to pace back and forth in front of Ronan. "I didn't mean it like that! Hell, Ronan, the first time, the only time, we we're influenced! Glitter, spells, the whole freakin' nine yards. Not to mention that I was overcome by some radom Fandomness! Are you forgetting that?" He sighed deeply. "I'm not saying I regret it, I don't. But I can't help but wonder if I would have made a seperate choice that night." But what about the other night, the one that was mentioned on the radio?

He stopped and stood still before Ronan, asking him in a low, husky voice, "Who is someone else?"