Dan's sitting at a table outside a coffee shop that's valiantly trying to pretend that patio seating isn't coming to an end. He's got coffee and a blueberry muffin, and a newspaper open to the employment section. Right there, at the center of the page, helpfully marked by the smallest of coffee stains, is the ad he already knows is there, even without looking.

He grabbed the paper from inside, knowing it'd be there.

After East Hallow, the thought won't go away, and he wants to spend some time with it before he talks to Marcus.

But if Obi-Wan Kenobi isn't the kind of guy that be be trusted for sage advice, Dan's not even going to think about how American cinema has failed him.

"Hey," he says. "I'm pretty sure if you're here right now, you might as well join me."