"Doooesn't ring a bell," says Johnny, frowning at the bizarre description and momentary temporal confusion. The hell?

"But I don't get out much," he adds. "I've only met a few people and... at least one of them tried to kill me right off the bat, so." He rubs at his neck. What an awkward conversation-starter that is. "But, uh, it's fine. Whatever. I'm sure there are a lot of cool folks too."

What's his track record? Girl with a malicious ghost attached, angry busker, bird girl, evil abomination obsessed with fucking him up, a timeship he can't actually close to in the real world, and... Gabriel. And a couple other women. Not a great list to work with.

"I mean, there'd have to be," he says weakly.