Who: Danny Rand Where: The Golden Dragon, Gotham, NJ When: February 14th, 2014 What: Danny makes a discovery while reminiscing. Rating: PG-13
Danny sat on the balcony in the same seat he had occupied a year ago, only this time no one sat across from him. In the whole of the restaurant, there was not another soul to be found. At his request it had been closed for the day, so that he could have a little solitude to ponder the state of the world and his life. His only companion was the ancient Book of the Iron Fist which laid open on the table top where his food might have otherwise been, save for the person he was speaking to on his cell phone.
"You're sure?"
He listened to the voice on the other end and passed a hand over his face. "But what about you, then? You're an exception. Ok, ok. Drugged out of your mind I get that but..."
Danny sat up in his chair and shook his head. "Yeah, all 64 of them. Your the only one and technically since you have not been the recognized Iron Fist since the 1930s..."
"I don't know, I just figured that maybe the whole alien invasion was enough to deal with, you know? How was I supposed to know I would stumble on this, heck, I was just curious about my predecessors and the times they lived on before the math finally started to click in my head."
He shook his head and closed the book, almost feeling as if he was in the otherworld already as he looked around the barren restaurant.
"No, no.. forget it. No need to leave Paris, it will either catch up to me or it won't. I think that is one thing we can at least be sure on."
He hung up the phone, slouched his shoulders, and muttered a curse in Chinese before rising and knocking over the chair opposite him on his way out.