Had John possessed a head full of hair, he would have torn most of it out at that moment. Scrubbing the back of his head with one hand, he turned away from the plaque. He wasn't brilliant, but he was pretty sure he was one of the liars, and probably the one with things to hide. He had a whole past he wanted to hide, and there wasn't a chance in hell that he'd be revealing that past. Not to these people, not to anyone. He didn't want to deal with the fallout. But there was Milo to think about. The baby.
Biting his lip to keep from swearing, he turned to Peter and Iris around the table. He poked at the box on the table closest to him and shook his head. "So what exactly does this thing want us to do?" he asked. "I... I really need to get back home. I've got a friend's kid staying with me. I really need to get home." He hated to sound desperate, but he didn't have time for this.