After Daniel was himself again he took a hard breath of dusty air, coughed, and reared back up into a staggered sitting position. His wounds were hurting again, especially the long one down his leg and thigh, and again the steady thump of a headache was pushing behind his eyes. He wasn't singing, and he wasn't on a stage. He took another breath, this one deeper, to try to instill something like sense into his head. Carefully, he put his fingers against his chest. Vaguely rough fabric of an old t-shirt thrown in without softener, the warm of his skin. No heavy draw of material on his shoulders. He touched his hair at the back of his neck, the sensation of weight, of poise, gone. He hadn't ever been able to make sound like that. Something from the hotel? He started to take a step, but he hurt a little too much. The monster wasn't really there, in his mind, they were too separate, but he thought it would be easier to let the creature deal with it, thanks very much. Changing his direction, he caught his weight on the doorframe and pushed through once more.