It hadn't taken him long to get from their apartment to the elevator. It was almost an automatic walk by now. It was where the good coffee lived. He practically ran off the elevator when it dinged down. And into the foodcourt.
"Danny? Doc where are you?" Jack cupped his hands around his mouth. Where'd they gotten too? He hoped Danny wouldn't freak that he was alive. He had one of the little red trucks that he kept as a momento in his jacket pocket. Of days gone by.