Daniel was breathing heavily still. He'd run non-stop. The whole dedication thing was working, he supposed. He looks back down at Christine and then to David. In between breaths he speaks with a dry throat.

Hey. Just getting my daily exercise. I wanted to be in shape for my next match on Wednesday. You see here? Daniel points to the large detail of stitching in the side of his head. Partial work of Mr. Radio and the War Games match. Should be healed by Wednesday, here's hoping.

He takes a large swig of his water and laughs a little, turning toward Christine.

You probably saw what it was like after all that. I don't want anything like that to happen again anytime soon. I mean I know it just a regular singles match on Wednesday but I can't take any chances. I know that now. But you did amazing, everyone did, even Gilmour...

Christine gives him a look and Daniel throws his arms up in the air.

Well I thought he did alright, I guess! My point is things aren't as easy here as I first thought. I mean, sure, I knew it'd be hell but nothing close to how bad it really was. I probably shouldn't have gone in first, should I?