Once John escaped the melody, he plucked a flower off the hat of the little monkey that came to his aid and tucked it behind his ear on impulse—a little extra absurdity to stave off that remembered pain. When he gets the idea, figures out the nature of the fix?

Well, like any good Bizzyboy, J gets to work.

Recognizing Cassandra from the night the cultists killed them, when he spots her he rushes to her side and kneels down.

“Hey—your shoe’s untied.”

And if the absurdity of the non-sequitor gets her attention, John will gently press the tip of her nose with his index finger, complete with sound effects.

“Honk-honk.”