"Hmm, you don't have to go back for a couple of months, though. Do you know how much can change in that time?" Little John asked, standing up and brushing his warm and dirty hands off on his pockets, a big, confident grin on his face. It was a smile he'd used on the Merry Men, over and over, whenever things looked dire but he had a plan. He was Robin Hood's right hand man, always, but he was absolutely Ash's as well. "Everything, that's what."