Daniel shook his head, honestly trying to tune out anything Simon said about the wibbly-wobbly nature of time. He was unsure of how the conversation shifted to such a subject in the first place, but it was clear that the more he so much as tried to think about it, the more his head would throb and the more his inner Time Lord would struggle to get a word in. He actually found himself fighting back the urge, both as a Whovian and as the Doctor himself, to utter… [i]that one line[/i]. “I’d actually… rather not think about it.” He finally told Simon. “The Doctor’s a… a time traveler, you know? He sees time in ways humans can’t even understand…” he trailed off as a surge of pain ran through his head again. “Hurts to try to understand…” 

As he ascended the stairway, Daniel was a bit confused to feel a gust of wind coming in from the outside and, looking up, the outside sunlight, as well. Once he reached the top of the stairway, it was clear that the door had been broken into somehow. He cautiously walked outside and noticed Jonathan and one unfamiliar cosplayer, but before he could ask about her, the first question on his mind was, “…What happened to the door?”