[ John slides open the glass door to his postage-stamp sized backyard, and the dog is out in a flash. It's certainly a downgrade as compared to what he's used to, but any green is better than none. ]

Between the Perimeter Guard, and the police, my schedule's all over the place. It wouldn't be fair to him.

[ It's a weak excuse, but John doesn't feel like getting into it. It's still difficult for him to admit he's in mourning, never mind allowing himself the capacity, emotionally and mentally, to live it out. ]

You can take on missions posted by the city, or other sources, for cash and incentives. Mostly outside the wall, where there's a decent amount of risk involved. The uglier the job, the better the pay.

[ Some things are universally constant. ]