"What's your name?" She is pretty; dark hair, dark eyes, maybe a little too skinny. It's her smile that does it for him, a smile that reminds him of a woman he's seen only once.

He clears his throat. "John."

John Doe. No one. Not Gemini. Not anymore.

Her smile widens. "I'm Patty."

Later that night, he stares up at the stars and wonders if it was like this for Jarod and Miss Parker. Patty's mouth is soft and her hands are gentle. She lets him touch her, and he wonders if it's wrong that he's thinking of someone else.