"Damn it" Dannie cursed. "You creepy son of a dot. Like really. I didn't even get through the door." She walked in with her heart still racing and closed the door. "Yes 2 weeks. Do you know how hard it is to research from such a long time ago. Especially anything relevant. Anyways. How do I know you're not lying. Like seriously dude. You expect me to believe you are thousands of years old and you have magical powers and you expect me to believe you've forgotten your name. It's like forgetting the face of your father. You just don't do it. Or shooting with your gun instead of your hand. Like how?" Dannie was confused and little weirded out. And also watched a few too many movies in her research time. As much as she wanted to believe 36 she just couldn't so she sat in front of the lazy man. "I need a little more help to believe that. Lay it on me Peter Pan. Make me believe in fairies, or what ever the hell you are."