What He Beheld

[Derek and John are sitting in the park, eating ice cream and watching two kids playing baseball]

Derek Reese: It's beautiful here, isn't it?

[John nods]

Derek Reese: When you stay long enough, you start fooling yourself into thinking that this is... how it's always gonna be. Then you remember what this place'll look like when it's on fire and... you realize you'll do whatever it takes to keep from watching it burn again.

[the baseball lands near John. John picks it up and gives it back to the younger kid, then spots the older boy wearing a shirt with the name "Reese" on the back. John turns back to Derek stunned]

John Connor: Is that... you?

[realizes the implications]

John Connor: And the younger one? Is that...?

Derek Reese: Kyle. Throws pretty good for a five-year-old, huh? Your father always had a nice arm.

John Connor: [shocked] How'd you know?

Derek Reese: Every time I look at you I see him.

[smirks]

Derek Reese: Besides, your mom's his type.

[with watery eyes, John watches the two young Reeses play again]

Derek Reese: Happy birthday.