And here they leave him, some guy who... had a heart attack, a heart attack in which all of the blood teleported out of his body. Look at them go. Making more work for the medical examiner field. Boosting the economy.

Daniel stands there for a while, and touches the back of his hand to his mouth. Hunger always makes something extra wake up in him, asking for a real hunt, real prey, more, more. He doesn't know if it's because he's a 'young' vampire, because he's just a vampire, or both. Maybe he'll always want more, because he always wants more of everything. Maybe it'll settle, in a year. In a decade. In a century.

Still no snow. Not yet.

"I'm being obvious, huh."