Chance was just walking by, deep in thought, when he saw Danny exit the toilet (or bathroom/washroom, as the Americans say). He put on a half-genuine smile and said: "Hey Danny. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine," said Danny, who felt a bit of deja vu suddenly. "Uh, how are you?"
"I'm good. Good. Uh... Adjusting all right to the early 21st century?"
"Look, Chance, or Kristofer, or Schanz, or whatever you wish to be called... get to the point. You want to ask me whether I've noticed anything strange lately, why people are treating you like a stranger, and why things seem slightly different than you're used to. Well? Am I right?"
Chance nodded, feeling slightly vindicated. "So you've noticed it, then, too?"
Danny closed his eyes and shook his head, rubbing the morning drowsiness from his face. "I don't think -- I can't help you, Chance. Talk to Doctor Quantos. He'll be able to straighten you all out. Sorry. I just don't have the patience right now to stand here and try to explain things to you when I have little idea myself of what's happened with you and Pete. Just... just talk to the Doc."
Chance frowned and smiled, nodding at the advice. "Thanks, Daniel."
"It's--"
"Danny. Yes, I remember," said Chance, still smiling that friendly smile though inside he still felt numb. "Old habits die hard, I guess."
"I guess..."
