John was walking around the graveyard while smoking at some time at night. He likes spending time here, but at the same time, doesn't. John's currently walking around and reading the names on the stones. Some are new, some are older, and he remembers.

"Bloody hell, I knew this would happen." John mumbled as he heard whispers in the empty graveyard. He looked around, trying to see if he could see any visible presence.