Gardens
[ John looks up at Rebecca as she walks past. She's been one of those few that have been around for the twenty odd years that makes him wonder about mortality. If their bodies die on the outside, do they die in the virtual prison? It's not something he is quite willing to test when he isn't sure he can weasel himself back into being alive. ]
You never change, do you, luv? [ He gestures to the flannel and hair pulled back. ]