He sits across from you, on the other side of the campfire, listening intently as you pull a card out of your deck.

This card has a story to it, one that John Constantine knows very well, even if he doesn't realised it yet.

You begin spinning your tale, about a fox. The cleverest beast in the forest, and all the other animals knew to always keep one eye on him at all times. But this clever fox knew how to spin their weariness into his own advantage, and the animals of the forest were friends one day, and dinner the next.

Until one day, a demon came for the fox, a nasty beast sent by the devil himself.

The first time this demon came for the fox, it missed, but just barely. The fox ran for his life, begging the other animals of the forest to help him, but they all remembered his tricks and stayed far away.

Every time the demon came for the fox, he was always one step ahead, managing to avoid the demon for a whole year.

And then, when the fox was too exhausted to keep running, he hatched a plan, knowing it would be his last chance to lose the demon for good, or lose his mortal soul.

The fox dove in a bush, sitting upsidedown, and laughed.

He laughed and laughed until the demon caught up with him, and the demon, growing tired of the chase and knowing that the fox was too exhausted to keep running, lunged at the fox.

"What happened next?" John cuts you off, lighting a cigarette and leaning forwards with his hands on his knees.

The demon, you continue as if John hadn't said a word, lunged at the fox. But, in the demon's haste, it lunged at the fox's reflection in a puddle and drowned all the way back down to hell.

There's silence for a moment as John exhales a plume of smoke. Then, "That fox... 'e's me, isn't he?"