That was just...weird. Really, really weird. And Dan thought he was used to weird, but apparently he still had a lot to learn. "So the doors open to... technically our home worlds too?" he asked, fingers scratching at his stubbly jaw, a contemplative sort of gesture. "The twins, they were - I thought only I could see them," his brow furrowed. "They were like...my own fears. Of being killed, my mother being killed."
Or at least, that was what he'd thought - he hadn't exactly wanted to talk it over with a shrink or anything (and he'd been sent to plenty of shrinks as a kid. Nothing helped). They weren't real. The fact that someone else saw them was incredibly disturbing, like one of those doors opened into his own head or something.
Interesting coffee date, this was. "Well, I guess - I'll be checking out the doors sooner rather than later, then."