You knew him as Jonathan Carlton, a geeky senior movie buff with an impressive physique and a love for amateur acting; you had befriended him by chance. He was good company despite his typical drama kid demeanor and constant complaints about being hounded to join varsity.

"You can call me Johnny, you know," he mumbled, peering over the textbook you had in front of you. He was always pretty talkative, looking for attention. "I like it better than Jonathan."