"You're in there, aren't you. Memories just under the surface..." John mused, "Do you have dreams about impossible things?"

He didn't stop to let Greg answer. "Do you see things out of the corner of your eye that don't make sense? Flashes of another life?"

"Tell me. Do you?"

He had to know.

He needed to know.

He had last found Galahad during World War II. He had been in the front lines. Many of the others had been as well.

They had only been missing their King.