One minute Danny's knee-deep in the middle of a nasty bout of fisticuffs with the Fright Knight and the next? He's suddenly in some dilapidated looking house, staring up at two rather perplexed looking men. Kind of odd, but hey, it could be worse, right?

"Look, guy," Danny began, meeting War Paint's eyes, "as fun as it is to play Viking with you and your merry group of hairy men, I've kinda got places to be, people to see—you know how it is."

There was no point in fighting it off anymore. The school could have him; Sachiko could have him.