Danny ran a hand over the glass of Phil's bedroom window, looking for any crack or imperfection. Anything that would betray the glass' recently broken state.
"Interesting..." He said softly.
"Sorry I broke the window," Phil said softly, sitting upright on his bed.
"Never mind. Looks like you fixed it. How'd you do that?"
"I don't... I'm not quite sure."
"Like the sandwich," Danny said, nodding.
"Huh?"
"The sandwich. You didn't make a conscious decision to make the sandwich float to you, did you? You just really wanted it, and it happened. Instinctually."
"Something like that..."
"Wow."
"You know much about this sort of thing, then?" Phil asked Danny.
"Me? Hell no. This is as new to me as it is to you. I'm just kind of... picking it up as I go along. Anyway, you should get some rest. I'll see you in the morning. Give you the big tour."
"'night."
Danny left Phil's room, closing the door softly behind him. He travelled back through the house, to speak to Grimm. Danny arrived at the kitchen, and was mildly surprised to find that Grimm wasn't actually there.
"Hm... I thought he was here a moment ago."
<Maybe he's taking a piss.>
Danny then found a note on the table. It read, "Danny. Had to quickly run back to the bar- Blackwulf needed me for a plot device. Back soon. Grimm. PS- Hope this fixes continuity."
"Right. Well. Off to bed, then..."
