Ruined might be relative. John can walk without a cane, which is a marked improvement over his life experience two days ago. His sex life is also looking up. Not to mention his general level of companionship. Whether he wanted it or not, he's been thrust into more of a life than what he's been living since he was brought home from the front.

He listens carefully to Luna's comments and a part of him wonders if, even though it makes no sense, it still might not be possible.

"Then we need to find where they're stealing them from, right? I know the Army keeps a very close eye on stocks of potions moving around. Is there any sort of accounting method they have for civilians?"