The Wolf growled and jumped slightly when Evan evidently read John's mind, then looked to John himself.

John's expression darkend sourly. He recalled his Father's blue eyes and Mother's green looking back at him. He recalled his cousin playfully teasing him. And Susana's smile...

No. There were other reasons to remember family names and titles besides petty, societal worth.

He again re-envisioned the flames.

"I... will always... look back..." John stated through gritted teeth.

"Thank you, Ms. Starr," John said after a small silence, then he turned and walked back to the entryway.