"Rain!" Daniel scoffed at the thought, but it was as amusing as it was ridiculous. Some of the places he lived in the north of England, people were more surprised by the idea of seeing the sun than whether it was going to rain. Since then, he had always kept an umbrella in his car, better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it. Even so, the rain barely bothered him, so it was left in his car. Maybe it was years of living in a place where it poured often, but Daniel felt he was better able to predict if it was going to rain. The clouds hanging in the sky didn't seem heavy enough for that just yet.
"I should hope that isn't your reason," he commented with a raised eyebrow. Daniel had always been blunt with his way of speaking, and it wasn't unusual for him to offend someone because of it, though the problem really laid in the fact that it didn't matter much to him if his judgements were too harsh. After almost fifty years, Daniel figured he had the right to not be required to sugar-coat things.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see people glancing occasionally at the pair of them. The fascination with accents here bordered on ridiculous, but he had been grumpy enough for the day that he didn't have the energy or desire to grumble at them too. Daniel couldn't help but think that part of the reason he didn't have the energy was the strange dreams that had started not too long ago. They didn't keep him up, but it was hard not to feel exhausted the next morning, as if the running and excitement had really happened and he just blacked out.