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Danny feels like he's running on empty and there aren't any fuel stations around for miles and miles. Yeah, he's giddy as anything to have this kind of purpose in his life again, but taking care of a kid while trying to work a full-time job, two part-time jobs, cope with a new husband, and whatever the hell was going on with people's nightmares was bad enough. Apparently, too, friends wanted to see you.

He had a box of cookies as he made his way to Neil's place, hoping that an apology would at least do the trick and earn him some sympathy for the coming weeks while he tried to find the right balance to keep his life in check. He leans his elbow up against the wood of the door, giving it a light knock. "Anybody home?"