There was Mary, and spending time with her on an island that could have been paradise if he'd not been still recovering, and if there hadn't been flesh eating fish to ruin the very idea of swimming, and then there was no island.
Though, the difference this time was that when he woke up, all of his things were around him. He was wearing the jeans and white button up of the island, but he could see his regular clothes thrown over a chair. Even his bike was present, sitting in the corner. He wasn't exactly sure what he'd do with a bike in a room, but that it was there made him very happy.
It gave him hope that everybody else would be easy to find. He took a moment to hop in the shower before he even thought of leaving the room, though. And he tossed the island clothes in a pile far away from the bed. He wanted to be completely clean and presentable. The shower felt too good, however, and he ended up just standing in it for a while. When he did finally get out, he felt like a new man. Like he'd never been dead at all.
Johnny's goal was to find Mary, to smile at her and see her smile back. To sit down and just relax and then maybe explore where they were. He had only a brief thought that the door of the room wouldn't open when he tried it. But it did.
Of course, the person that he stumbled upon while roaming the odd circular hallway of doors was not Mary. Jo didn't look particularly happy, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to talk to her. Or be talked at. Accused. Berated. Yelled at. Questioned. But it was too late now. He also knew that he couldn't avoid his friend forever.