Dan looked back towards his bedroom door, which was open. "I was in there, reading. Then I got up, showered and dressed and came out here to make coffee." Drifting over towards his room, he looked in - he'd seen more than his fair share of bodies by now, although, granted, none of them were his own - and nodded. "There's nothing in there. So if I'd died properly, I'd have known it was going to happen and my body would be sprawled on the floor. And it isn't."
He made his way back over towards his dad after that, unable to stop himself from picking up on his dad's freaking-out, and hesitantly reached over to put his hand on his dad's shoulder although he pulled it back a couple of times before he even got close. "I..." he began, and then paused. How could he reassure his dad when he didn't have a clue what was going on.