"Oh," says Daniel weakly. "Great. Good. That's great, I mean. That's a good thing. The waking up, not the death. The strictly hypothetical - death."

He puts his head in his hands then pulls it back out again. His nerves are jittering with something sourceless, something he can't put a name to, and he has to stand again and pace in an effort to expend some small amount of his rapidly-increasing pool of nervous energy.

"Weird existence," he repeats skeptically. Is Johnny being purposefully cryptic? Would he know it if he wasn't? Maybe that's a good thing. Daniel doesn't - yep, no, if it's relevant, he probably should know.

Unless he doesn't.

"Do I want to know?" he asks the ceiling.