John couldn't be dead. He refused to believe it. He'd only just admitted his feelings for the man to himself recently, and had not had the time, or courage, to admit them to John. If he was dead, and Rodney hadn't told him how he really felt, then Rodney would fall apart.
They walked in silence for a few more minutes, until Daniel suddenly put his hand on Rodney's arm, stopping him.
"Look." Rodney followed his gaze until his eyes landed on appeared to be the wreckage of a jumper. And he'd recognize those hand painted numbers on the tail anywhere.
It was John's Jumper.