"Yeah?" Johnny smiles slightly at the thought of someone helping Seth out - someone else, that is, people with dreams like they've got tend to need more than one support friend. Then he hesitates, frowning thoughtfully. "Wait, Daniel. That rings a bell. Big blond white guy? Glasses?"

Yeah, okay. He can see it. Not his 'type', whatever that is (rude magically empowered sassmasters apparently), but it's fair enough.

"I met him in the last party dream," he says. "He seemed like a nice guy."

That dredges up some pretty shit memories. Ugh. Let's just set those aside.