John had come to see the memorial for himself. Not that he knew any of the names on it. At least he had wandered there hoping not to see any familiar names. As far as he was aware, there was no one from his corner of reality that had come wandering on the station, or the island, and if there was, then he had never been told. Not that John could blame anyone for that. He had been fairly secretive about his past and with good reason. Even the people he was close to didn't know everything. John liked to keep his cards close to his chest, and up his sleeve.
Lighting a cigarette, John approached the memorial to find a rather large cat there, paws on the memorial as if the cat were pressing a kiss to the stone. John smirked. "Mary bloody Anne... Wondered where you were" he said with a grin.