"Sorry, kid, not convinced," John says, although it does make him smile just a bit. This precocious young man seems awfully familiar in a lot of ways. But there's a game to be played and he suspects that any lingering on his part is only going to mean something awful for the rest of them later. "Good try, though," he offers, not wanting to sound too discouraging.

Six spots out, John spies his destination and starts forward. Nothing happens as he moves slowly forward, three spaces, four spaces, five spaces... On the sixth space, though, he finds himself suddenly wracked with pain, like ten thousand volts running through him. It lasts just a second and he cries out, but before someone can come to his aid, he holds up his hand to show he's okay. Or, well, okay enough... until his next turn.