Daniel finally wakes up (*yawn* *stretch*).
The view from the appartment window seems... different, somehow. Meh. It's probably just a side-effect of the concussions and injuries Daniel-2 sustained. A bit of anmesia too, since Daniel doesn't remember anything from his past self's perspective.
While getting dressed, Daniel breathes in the familiar pleasent smell of morning baking wafting up from the kitche--
Jenee's still in bed

.
Daniel checks his right arm in the mirror. No scar


.
He charges downstairs...
"Good morning...
brother."
It's Daniel-2. Here, in the future/present. "I stowed away in the blue box. I decided that since you're so utterly awesome, there should be two of you."
"But... Jenee..." Daniel-1 stammers.
"I would have taken her with me, but she's pregnant and we don't want two Jenee's having two babies in this timeframe, do we? Besides - two Daniels and one Jenee? She'll
love it!"
Soda stands in the doorway, looking confused.