For John, seeing his own body on the floor in a pool of blood and with a bullet hole in his temple is a rather strange experience. For some reason, no one around notices him, they only look at his body.

"What am I, a focking ghost? Aye?! What the bloody hell?"

He swears loudly but no one notices him. Except you. You appear out of nowhere and stare right at him.

John reaches for the gun and then lowers his hand, thinking it's all a hallucination.

"God damnit!"