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[It was easy to say that John was new to all of this strangeness. It was a fact, and yet, that bit of logic had done very little to ease his mind in regards to what all this entailed. He is, after all, a man of science, but he's also incredibly excitable - and under a lot of stress due to upcoming classes beginning soon. It's his first entry on this mysterious Network, and he's sitting on a sofa in a rather mundane looking living room - aside from the papers, random gadgets, and unfinished looking projects scattered about. An impressive stack of quantum textbooks rests near his knee, which is fluttering up and down rapidly in an anxious movement.

He leans forward, peering over the rim of his glasses, and frowns a little.]

I sort of like this idea of this Network thing. It's all very...clandestine, hush hush, bonding experience, speaking out into the void of the internet in the hopes someone hears you and has something important to say. I like it, it's clever - even if it does leave you feeling a bit exposed. Internet's not really all that secure, is it? Anything can end up on the dark web for the right price...

Anyway. It's all well and good, and I'm getting used to this idea of Different, even if it is bloody mad.

What I want to know is why my entire research plan decided today that it wanted to be delightfully lemon flavored? [He holds up a cheerful looking bowl of lemon sherbet, which he sort of wrinkles his nose.] Honestly. It could have at least had the courtesy of being banana flavored if it's going to inconvenience me.

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[John stares at Jack for a moment, eyes suddenly quite intense. Something about that Memory he shared seemed almost familiar - but not quite - like a dream he might have had, once, a long time ago, but barely recalled. Once more, it felt like deja vu - but it had meaning. Something knotted in his chest - as though it really wasn't something they should be discussing so casually over the Network like this. He feels cold and a bit distressed, and took a breath.]

Oh, well...Rose is a common enough...name.

[John didn't sound convinced, of this, however, and closes his eyes. He's parsing through the brief scream that was his Memory, trying to recollect.]

I'm in a room. A white room, and Rose is on the opposite side. We're trapped in a vacuum, holding on for dear life, shouting at one another while these...Dalek constructs tumble past us. She loses her grip...and she's gone. Just...just gone. She never had a chance to address me, really...

[He lets out a breath, and looks at his hands - capable hands, educated and articulate hands, but they're trembling. He glances up.]

Do you want to...meet somewhere to talk about this in person?

[Jack feels that shiver of fear the name Daleks brings up. And John's Memory makes him feel oddly sad, but he doesn't know why. This is all so confusing and both hopeful and sad.] I think...I think it would be a good idea if we talked.

[John takes a moment to breathe, and glances at his phone to check the time. He's met a number of Different now, but the strangeness that Jack remembers a Rose - a common name, still, he knew - and had a subtle reaction to the Daleks fills him with more curiosity - and urgency - than dread.]

I know it's late, but we're in the City That Never Sleeps. [He offers Jack a reassuring smile, despite it all.] Are you in Manhattan? I can bike or take the tube to wherever you are, or we could meet somewhere? Don't have a car.

I just finished rehearsal...there is a coffee shop down the block from the theatre in Manhattan.

[Jack sends the address of the shop to John's device.]

Give me 20 minutes to get changed and I'll meet you there.