John has been absent through your whole life. He was your father, but never your dad. Your mother always used the "he's too busy" excuse and tried to comfort you by saying, "He loves you." Which it's doubted that is the actual truth. Anyway, you grew up without a father or any father figure for 18 years, so what the hell is John doing here after all these years? "Wow, you look like an exact copy of me." John says, completely nonchalant. "I guess you were actually my kid. Your mother wasn't lying." And he just sits in front of you while lighting up a cigarette.