I woke up, and I was 27 years old.
I was hunkered over my shampoo and some shirts in the middle of the bedroom I am staying in. It was seven in the morning. I heard John start playing the drums outside my room and then he asked if I was clothed. I said yes! And he scampered in (uh-huh, scampered) and gave me a huge hug.
He told me what happened when he was 27. Big changes.
And then John showed me two of his music boxes. I was so sad to have to go to work.