Danny, while unsure of writing this post while he was drunk, sat on a small balcony with a girl named Rachel. They were watching the parade together, and Rachel seemed rather excited by the sight. Danny was mainly curious about the whole thing, and a little put off by the fact that the PSI Unit was getting so much damn attention.

"So, Rachel..."

"Yeah?"

"I didn't catch your last name."

"Johnson. Rachel Johnson."

Danny reflected on the fact that this was the surname of his first love and current ex-girlfriend. Which seems like a great idea now. But of course, right now Danny is drunk.

"And you?" Rachel asked.

"Hearn. Danny Hearn."

"Right..."

"I stole it from the keyboard player from the band Barenaked Ladies."

"...huh?"

"I was listening to a lot of them when I first came up with this character... was the first name that came to mind..."

"I see."

Danny then decide to stop breaking the fourth wall and start writing a proper post.

The parade went on beneath them. Bright lights, loud music, colourful floats, a large crowd. The usual trappings of this sort of event.

"Big crowd down there..." Rachel said.

"Yup. Big... big crowd," Danny said, agreeing.

"I didn't think there was even that many people living on La Perdita."

"A lot of them might be tourists..."

"Maybe. So whereabouts do you live?"

<She wants you Danny! See how she just worked asking you where you live into the conversation?!>

Danny ignored Hal's rantings, and answered the question.

"I live in this old hotel, down that way..." Danny said pointing towards the south of the island.

"But you're not from here originally."

"...huh?"

"The accent. Australian, is it?"

"Yeah, I'm from Australia..."

"Really? Which part?"

"Melbourne. The cold part..."

<She wants you!>

Danny continued to ignore Hal.

"What's it like there?" Rachel asked.

"Pretty cool, I guess. It's a nice place to live," Danny said, somewhat awkwardly. He didn't really know how to answer these sorts of questions about his past. It was, understandably, something he was reluctant to talk about with strangers. 'So, I'm from 8 decades into the future, how 'bout you?' isn't exactly the best conversational ice breaker.

"So what brings you to La Perdita?"

"Uh... work. I work with some people here. Yup. Work."

"Cool."

<She wants you! She wants you! Go for it!>

"OH MY GOD!" Rachel yelled.

"What? What is it?"

"One of the balloons! The Tweety Bird one! It just started... flying around on it's own!"

"Huh?"

"And where the hell did that cow come from?!"

"Mxy..." Danny said under his breath.

"What?"

"Nevermind. Uh... I gotta use your toilet. I'll be back in a minute."

Danny got up, and went to the toilet. Not the most romantic of locales, I'll admit, but Danny was pretty damn nervous about being on what almost seemed like a date.

He unzipped.

<Go for it, Danny! She wants you!>

"Shut up," Danny said, as he took aim.

<Come on. You've barely looked at a girl since we got sent back to this miserable excuse for a year! Have some fun!>

"It's not that simple."

<Of course it is! You've got a hot girl sitting there on the balcony just waiting for you to make a move!>

"Shut up!"

<So you're just going to sit around feeling sorry for yourself for your whole damn life?! Fuck that! You're trapped here! Make the most of it!>

"SHUT UP."

<Fuck you.>

"Shut. The fuck. UP!."

Danny shook, and zipped up. He opened the door.

"Were you talking to someone in there...?" Rachel said. She was standing just outside the toilet door.

<Heh. Busted.>

"Just... a bird. There was a bird on the windowsill..."

"It sounded like you were yelling."

"Well... the bird was looking at me funny. I wasn't going to take that crap from the likes of him..."

"...what?"

"I gotta go."

Danny left. In quite a hurry.