'Woah... and they have the cheek to accuse me of being the sex mad one... Some how, I think I'm the only one here still in touch with...' and then it hit him, the image growing steadily clearer within his mind as the before fleeting glances came to him slower, and with more frequency, until he couldn't shake the fact that... No, he wasn't there - he was still sitting upon the comfortable sofa above Kara's bookshop, but... but her bookshop didn't smell of pine needles did it? And last he saw, there most definitely wasn't any dogs, or people, or for that matter a park surrounded by houses...<br/><br/>For a moment he felt weak and very sick as two very separate images vied for his attention - his head feeling light, his feet feeling weak beneath him as his body swayed. Only he was sitting down wasn't he, he wasn't standing up - he was still upon the sofa, sitting beside Michelle who had unzipped her jeans and even now had one hand slid down inside them. But, at the same time, he was standing, a rather heavy and warm robe around his body, and some sort of... mask, if his hands didn't betray him like his eyes seemed to be... upon his face. He felt hot, like he was going to faint - and perhaps he would have if it wasn't for a hand closing around his elbow, the person moving to stand beside him - holding him upright. 'Relax Daniel. It looks like I was wrong - she is stronger than I thought. Much stronger...'