Unfortunately, Daniel misses Nick's coffee-related revelations as he accepts paper and pen and makes himself semi-horizontal, leaning against the rather unstable headboard as he scribbles busily at the little pad of paper. A myriad of words, mostly Latin and Latin-based with a side of some oddly geometric blocky writing, start to form a rough shape on paper, distorted in the way words are in dreams but not enough, apparently, to deter Daniel from his work.

He pauses to stick the heel of the pen in his mouth absentmindedly, glances up and notes with some satisfaction that Nick's decided to take his own advice.

"Feeling better?"