It wasn't denial when there was no feasible way that his current situation could be happening. Somewhere after leaving his ex-wife's house and heading for his tiny, cramped apartment, he'd somehow wound up in Kansas. The Camaro had proven that it could do a few things that Danny hadn't realized it could when he'd signed the papers (the car had taken several beatings in pursuit of suspects and only needed one appointment with a mechanic) but the manual had never said anything about it bearing similar capabilities to a time-traveling DeLorean.
The downhill slide continued from there. Certain questions asked were met with looks ranging from blank to considering him certifiable to familiar but couldn't place where. Finally, the barrista working at the counter had given him a cup of coffee and pointed him to a bank of computers against the wall. It wasn't a definite answer but she acted as if he hadn't been the first to ask questions. So he hit the search engine.
If anything, finding that had made him doubt his own sanity. A broken seal kidnapped him from Hawaii to drop him in the middle of an apocalypse? Classes to exorcise demons? And why the hell was the actor from that show on Fox telling him that he was the character? It was a popular TV series. No one was going to fall for that. The only sane offers seemed to come from the woman with the bar and the girl who'd offered to answer any questions he had. He wasn't sure giving her his location was his brightest idea but he was running out of ideas.
After logging off the computer, he grabbed the Styrofoam cup and found a table close to the door yet just far enough away that he could watch who came and went. An older woman gave him a look over the top of her glasses, then glanced down at the holster clipped to his belt. Her gaze then traveled to the badge marking him as law enforcement and the chilly look gave way to an amicable smile. Danny returned the smile half-halfheartedly and returned to staring at the nearly full cup in front of him.
As he chose to finally take a drink, the seat across the table moved and he looked up to see the young woman he'd been talking to earlier. Setting the cup down, he held his hand out across the table. "I'm Danny," he said. While it was possible she was as crazy as the rest of them, he still had enough patience left to sound halfway polite, adding, "Thanks for coming."