God, wouldn't it be easier if he knew the kid was lying? If he could use the mind gift to identify the kid as some multiverse kind of Walmart greeter?

"Yeah, you're telling the truth," Daniel sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Great. Okay." And now he feels like a little bit like an asshole, what's new there, as he takes another look around at it all.

"At least I've got the voice of experience to guide me, right?" He heads to the bench and sits down. "Daniel Molloy," he says, offering his hand, supposing at the last second he should be clipping his nails better.