He watched her, unsure of everything. Unnerved like no way he'd ever been before in his life. She knew so much, and he knew nothing. It wasn't a position he was used to being in, and hoped that he never found himself in it again.
"It's 2011." He said finally. Thinking. She said that he looked the same. Unchanged. Johnny closed his eyes, realizing. If that was true, then he was never going to age another second. He was going to be 31 forever. Literally forever. He had not only defied death, but he had defied nature.
Finally, he put the gun down, not because he trusted her, not just yet. But because he needed both hands at the moment. One to hold onto the table to make sure that the spinning world didn't knock him over and the other to hold his head.
It was too much. He'd never dreamed that bringing himself back would result in this.
"2049?" His voice was low, and again, he didn't need her to repeat it. But saying it out loud helped him do the math. He was almost 70 years old when he met her. Or, if he considered the last year of his life - it had been about a year since he'd been dead, he realized, he was 70 exactly.
70, and he didn't look a day older than he did at this moment.
"How do you know me?" He needed the details, despite how much he felt they were going to make this feeling worse.