John flinches when the dragon pulls his fur out and waits expectantly for the pain to wake him. Or bring him some sort of clarity in the haze.

Only it doesn't. He stares up at Skyfire.

"Jesus Christ..." If this really isn't a dream, then what in God's name? "It's... how?"

John sits back on his haunches, just a little overwhelmed with the revelation. "I think I could really use that drink."