Steve looked at the young teenage girl in front of him. He didn't, he couldn't put the puzzle together. Not until now. Now it all made sense. The hair, the smile, the eyes. Steve needed Danny. He dropped onto the couch speechless. He just looked at her. She raised her eyebrows. Steve's heart stopped for a second. She sighed. Steve pulled out his phone as she watched him. He dialled the familiar number. It rung three times before he heard the soothing voice. It was Danny asking what was wrong.
"Danno, I think I have a daughter.", I think I have a daughter."