Dan stood a few feet away from the now open door, his mouth slowly closing from his earlier shock. He turned to face Jeff, his head shaking in denial "No, I-I saw something... I heard it too!" He pursed his lips and clenched his jaw angrily. He hadn't hit his head, and he wasn't going crazy. Whatever he saw, it was...spectacular. To say the least. 

It was gone now, as far as Daniel could tell. There was no point in dwelling on it, if all it did was make him look all the more like a dimwit. He brushed his vest off, and stepped up the stairs carefully, stopping at the doormat and wiping his shoes. He tilted his head to Jeff, "What? It isn't our house after all. We could at least [i]try[/i] to be somewhat courteous." He held his breath to gauge the pain as much as he could, and waltzed through the door, his back screaming at him. 

Looking around at the house, it was actually rather nice, the old couple lived modestly, but, nicely. It wasn't extravagant, but it was comfy. Almost comfortable enough to help him forget about his pain. Almost. "So, how long do we have to wait it out here?" He asked curiously, wondering if the plans would change a little due to this. He hoped his injury hadn't become too much of a problem for the others.