During the mid-afternoon, Danny had been lying himself on the soft plastic floor of the Chikara Dojo all alone and asleep while Colleen was out with several of her students to do a trial in the Defenders Compound. That was when his eyes open wide in a sign of terror and gasped.
"NO!" Danny screamed and began to breath very heavily in fear on what he saw.
Now he knew that these were not dreams at all. It was a connection to something. Something that the power of the Iron Fist wanted Danny to learn and understand, and why it was calling to him. Fear continued to strike him until he heard the sound of footsteps that were approaching the door. Danny hid behind a wooden post and waited patiently once the door opened. When it did, a young woman entered with a bag of food she bought. Danny was too relieved that the woman was Claire Temple.
"Did Colleen give you a key?" Danny asked.
Claire gasped and jumped, and gave a sigh. "Jeez, do you really have some nerve to just sneak up?"
"What, surprising you?" Danny scoffed a bit.
"Not what I was expecting," Claire scoffed in a bit of laughter, but then began to realize somerthing and asked. "So… bad dream?"
"What?" Danny asked, confused.
"I heard you scream," Claire slowly recalled while walking up the steps.
Danny took a moment to explain everything. He knew it wasn't a dream and hoped that Claire would understand. "This wasn't a dream. It was something else."
Claire began to scoff at that and placed the plan of her hands together in front of her face. "Okay. Does the Immortal Iron Fist share any visions of some sort?"
"That's exactly what I was going to say, Claire," Danny told her. "It felt so real. I was in a strange looking dimension and then all of a sudden, I saw a boy. He was terrified when these strange looking ghosts surrounded him and…"
"And?" Claire waited for more.
"He was stabbed," Danny added more in horror. "The poor boy. I...I couldn't do anything to save him. He was in pain, Claire. Terrible pain."
Claire walked over to him to give comfort and placed both her hands on his shoulders. "Its not your fault. What you saw, was just a dream or something that probably happened long ago."
"Claire, it was a some sort of connection," Danny answered in a whisper with his eyes shut. "I don't know why, but its asking me something."
"Well, I can give you couple of tips," Claire said. "You need to see a doctor or a psychiatrist."
"I already know one person who can help, but he hasn't been answering my calls lately," Danny referring to Doctor Strange.
"And who would that be?" Claire wondered.
"Doctor Strange," Danny answered.
"Well, good luck with him," Claire said, moving a few inches away from Danny. "If he's busy, just keep on calling."
"And I will," Danny assured of his plan. "I just… I just need to get my head out of the clouds and focus."
"You are a really effed up person," Claire sighed, still with a smile on her face. "But the very best that I ever seen." She then focuses on the bag of chinese food she brought from the Red Hook Pier owned by the Yangsi Gonshi. "I got this from the Red Hook Pier. This is for you and Colleen."
"You're not going to stay?" Danny asked.
"I got work to do," Claire told him urgently. "Look if you have a problem, just don't hesitate to call me." She then walks towards the front door, but then stops. She turns around and says. "And another thing, try not to get yourself killed, especially breaking a leg."
"Let me guess, did you Colleen already tell you about Davos," Danny asked with a grin.
"Oh she told me a lot of things of what he did in Chinatown," Claire widely grinned.
"Claire, thank you," Danny responded.
"For what?" Claire asked, confused.
"For helping me understand bout what justice stands for," Danny answered. "When I wanted to kill Harold for what he did to me and my parents, it all changed. Killing people out of revenge. There's no justice."
"That's right," Claire nodded in approvement.
"Speaking of which, has Luke been in contact with you?" Danny decided to ask that.
Claire was hesitant to answer that question, for she recalled that both she and Luke were not on speaking terms. Years ago, she learned that Luke was given Harlem's Paradise and became the new crime boss of Harlem, with the intention of protecting Harlem from crime by controlling it. When Thanos snapped his fingers, Luke was dusted with so many residents in Harlem, leaving Tilda Johnson as the sole owner of the nightclub.
"Honestly, I haven't spoken to him for a long time," Claire deeply sighed. "Even when you and I were dusted and then blipped back. How odd is that?"
"I think we all need a proper time to recover," Danny suggested.
"Whatever Luke does, I know you'll always do what you got to do in New York," Claire smiled. "Helping others. That's what they need. And if you ever bother to see Luke, just tell him that..." She paused, not knowing what else to say.
"Tell him what?" Danny asked, waiting for the answer.
"Tell him that I miss him," Claire answered and walked out of the door.