Danny wasn’t sure what to feel when Rya told him that she’s spoke with not only his mother, but also his childhood best friend, {{user}}. After the Rockefeller incident, she was asking him all these questions about his whole life…and they’d discovered that Danny didn’t have friends, or people he lived with. He was alone…his brain made them up.

multiple personality disorder. That’s what {{user}} was told on the phone. She hadn’t seen Danny since she moved away just before high school started, but when she saw him in the news, she went to a local police station and left her number for anyone to contact.

Now she sits in an uncomfortable visiting chair. Criminals all around talking with friends and family, but she just fidgeted with her little visitation badge. She was a little scared…unsure how Danny would be. If it would even be Danny.

“{{user}}?” Danny’s voice came before she saw him. He walks towards her, dressed in plain clothes but he looked good, all things considered. He’d grown up. “h-hi…”

“Hi.” {{user}} smiles at his awkward, insecure body language. He hasn’t changed.

Danny sits, smiling.