He arranges himself into his earlier position, back propped against the headboard, this time with one knee drawn up as he turns the notebook over and over and over and over and - there, okay! no wait, that's not right - and over and over.

"Mm? Oh, just - getting words out of my head." Daniel taps his the pen against the side of the notebook, having worked out its proper orientation. "Took a bit of a sabbatical not too long ago." A sabbatical on a higher plane is still a sabbatical. "Sometimes I just need to sit down, try and process everything." And try to map out the secrets of the universe that are allegedly buried somewhere in his subconscious, if only he could dig them out.