*further pointless rambling* I'm sure Rodney did have no idea, but what he was asking was virtually impossible unless he either tied John up or found him something safe and constructive to do. Doing nothing doesn't compute; he's not wired that way. The restlessness, it's in the blood. Thus the flying.

My childhood dreams were to be either a fighter pilot or a dancer - ballet, naturally, and I'm sure you can see the correlation. I always loved the jumps best too.