Two weeks later, Dan followed Phil out to the car park, his eyes scanning the world around him. For the future, it really wasn't that different, but Phil had found Dan's reaction hilarious when he brought his laptop in a few days before.

'I thought I'd bring some photos for you to see, in case they– Dan, what is it?'

'Oh my god, what is that?'

'My laptop.'

'It's awesome! Can I see it?'

'Dan, it's just a laptop. Here.'

'Wow, this really is the future! It's so thin.'

'It's nothing special. You've got one too.'

'I have one of these?!'

'Yeah, it's at home.'

'Do I have a phone like yours too?'

'Yes.'

'I can't wait to go home. I mean, losing my memory sucks, but discovering everything again is so much fun.'

'Oh that reminds me, I've been researching film releases since 2009 and we have a lot to catch up on.'

As Dan followed Phil to the car, he took deep breaths of fresh air. After having been cooped up in that hospital, he felt his spirit soar in the cool spring air. Phil slid into the driver's seat and Dan spent a minute attempting to open the door with one hand as his other arm was in a cast. He giggled as Phil jumped out of the car, apologising profusely for forgetting, before opening the door for him. Inside, Phil also had to help Dan with his seatbelt, and his heart fluttered as he leaned across him. Phil smelt delicious, and Dan didn't even feel guilty. He was his, after all.

As the car pulled out of the car park and onto the busy road, Dan turned on the radio. Immediately the car was filled with some kind of k-pop track and Phil groaned before leaning over and changing the station.

'Songs like that make me wish I couldn't remember them.' He glanced over at Dan and winked before returning his focus to the road ahead. Dan couldn't help but smile back. He felt like a schoolboy again, with an embarrassing crush. To distract himself, he flicked through some different radio stations before deciding that he was being annoying. He sat back and looked out of the window, tapping his finger against his leg in time to the beat.

When the car slowed to a stop in a small side street, Dan breathed a sigh of relief. This was nicer than he had been expecting, and somehow it already felt like home. Phil got out and immediately scurried around the front of the car to help Dan out. He led him to the blue front door of a sand-coloured brick building.

'Welcome home.' He announced as he finished unlocking the door and pushed it open. Phil stepped inside and flicked on the lights. They were in a narrow hallway which quite abruptly turned into a steep flight of carpeted stairs. Dan walked forwards and began to climb the stairs curiously while Phil closed and locked the door again. On the way up, Dan admired the various canvases on the wall. Another flight of stairs later, Dan found himself in another narrow corridor. He let his hands brush against each wall as he ventured forwards. The first opening on his left revealed a small kitchen, and Dan turned into it, only to find himself bouncing back with a thud. Phil, who had followed him up quietly, laughed so hard he was almost doubled over. Dan rubbed his head and took a step back. At that point he realised that it was not an opening, but actually a glass door.

'Some things never change.' Phil giggled as he reached Dan and pushed the door open for him.

'Who the hell thought that was a good idea? And I'm guessing that's not the first time I've done that.' Dan sighed as he followed Phil into the kitchen.

'It's a daily occurrence, and you say the same thing every time.' Phil chuckled while he filled the kettle. 'We've lived here for a year now, and it's still funny.'

'I'm glad that my pain is a source for your amusement.' Dan leaned against a counter and scanned the room. Suddenly, he spotted something on top of the fridge.

'Phil, what the hell is that?' Phil turned around to look where he was pointing.

'That's hidden wombat.' Phil said casually before turning back to the cups of tea he was making.

'Ok then.' Dan said slowly, wondering if it was supposed to be a completely normal thing in 2013 to hide stuffed animals around the house. 'Hey Phil, where's the bathroom?'

'Oh god, sorry. I'm still getting used to treating you like a guest at home. It's just down the corridor, second door on the right.' Phil pointed down the corridor and Dan followed his directions.

As he turned to leave the bathroom, he was met with a giant poster of five teenage boys. The shock made him jump, and he looked around to make sure no one had seen before remembering that he was alone. When he found himself back in the corridor, he had completely forgotten which way was the kitchen. He turned right and walked down the corridor, looking out for the glass door. The hallway ended in a sharp triangle, with two doors facing inwards. The door of one was wide open, and Dan peered in. It was his house after all; he was allowed to be nosy.

The bedroom was bursting with interesting items and canvases, and a corner filled with camera equipment. He backed out of the room and peeked into the other room. Its layout was almost the exact opposite, and seemed to be a lot more colourful. Dan decided that this must be Phil's bedroom. It also had a pile of camera equipment in a corner, but this room had a camera set up on a tripod and facing the bed.

By the time Dan had found his way back to the kitchen, Phil was halfway through his cup of tea and was checking twitter. Dan grabbed his cup with his working arm, and leaned against the counter again.

'Phil, why do we have so much camera equipment?' Dan asked innocently, sipping his drink.

Phil straightened up and turned around. He stared at Dan for a few moments and then sighed. 'Ok, so I haven't been completely honest with you. There's a big part of our lives you don't know about yet. I thought it would be too much for you to handle yet, but I guess you're going to have to find out sooner or later.' He picked up his mug and his laptop, before moving towards the door. 'Come on, let's sit in the lounge. It's a long story.'