At this moment it finally set in for Danny. "Had I really been gone for four years?" he thought. What was supposed to have been only a week or two living to the fullest extent of his inheritance turned into four years of anonymity and solitude.
"Colleen, how do I put this, I'm dying." Danny paused to let that sink in. "Not in the normal sense but in the immortals either die or disappear before their thirty fourth birthday, I'm thirty three so I'm kind of feeling a little bit antsy." He rested his head on his hand gauging Colleen's reaction.
"Look, I know I can't make up for lost time and I know there's a lot of undesirable history but I can trust you and Misty. Plus I can make it very worth your while and make you an offer you can't refuse." Danny painfully channeled his inner Marlon Brando "so let's bury the hatchet." Danny glanced around the room, the katana his only fear "you don't own a hatchet that Misty's going to try and bury in my head do you?" Danny grabbed a throw pillow and held it like a shield, bracing for the consequences of the reaction of one, Misty Knight.