John looked at him. "I know. But it's drained right now. Which is part of the reason I can't tell you anything more." He answered.

He finished his food and set it to the side. "Give me about twelve hours and I should be able to tell you more. But for now I need to use the loo."

He got up and on unsteady legs made his way to the bathroom. John shut the door and looked at himself in the mirror. There was an amber tinge to his eyes. Well shit. John was struck with a vision. The knights, all of them, laying dead and Arthur, his Arthur, laying with Excalibur sticking out of his chest.

John stumbled back from the sink and collapsed against the wall.