John raised an eyebrow at the girl. She had to be some kind of mind reader. That was all there was to it. There was no other explanation for how she could have known so he just went with it. What else was he going to do? It really wasn't the weirdest thing that had happened to him in the last few months and that was surprisingly depressing to think about. New topic of thought. Rather old train returning, River knew everything he thought about. Everything that was on his mind. Recently all that had been there had been Sherlock and Moriarty.
He'd grieved for his friend already, was starting to accept a life without him and now here he was in an alternate world where Sherlock was alive. Where he had one more chance to save his best friend, and there was no room for failure. If Sherlock died here too that was it. John would not be able to recover from a second time around. Sherlock was so much more then just a friend, more like family.
He was going to find a way to save him even if it got him killed. No matter what the risk, John was prepared to take it. Watching River idly prepare her tea he found himself smiling faintly. For someone seemingly so whimsical in the brain she was very capable. Strong even.
As if on cue he looked at her in confusion. "Yes I am. Who is Simon?" John leaned against the table, letting the warmth of the liquor fill him up. It was a feeling he'd missed since starting therapy again. He'd only stopped because he'd been told to deal with his problems rather then drink them away. But his therapist wasn't there now was she?
"Faces?" He raised an eyebrow and as if on cue made a confused face.