Get That Out Of Your Mouth (You don't know where it's been!)

Plans Go Awry? (Get help from strangers)

"And what's your last name, son?" Ooh, million dollar question there, Danny still hasn't gotten the chance to make a web search for if his family exists yet.

"Uh, W-Walker." Bingo, weird relation to the stuck-up warden aside, it was his mom's maiden name so it should be good enough to not just sound like he made it up out of nowhere at least.

Immediately after "finding" Danny, not-not Lancer had dragged him off to (teacher) Harriet (probably so she'd stop threatening his job) who then dragged him off to another teacher, thankfully one he truly did not recognize but based on the T-shirt he was wearing, was a part of the Metropolis welcoming committee.

This brings Danny back to now, cornered off in what was probably an office for the hotel, and being thoroughly scolded for his actions in what felt a little bit more like an interrogation than anything else.

If this was his universe, he might have felt a bit remorseful at his actions.

Instead, he watches with a vague sense of detached indifference as the Metropolis teacher continues to type out what sounds like a genuinely taxing amount of paperwork, and glances every so often back to not-not Lancer, who in turn had been rotating between glaring at Danny, and glancing at his watch.

"And you said you contacted a guardian?" Alright, time to spout more bullshit.

"Uh yeah, I called my mom right after I left." Does his mom even exist here? Even if she did, she really didn't have any reason to be anywhere but Amity, and Metropolis wasn't turning out to be exactly the best place to find ghosts. If she even did that here. It's weird to think about a version of his mom who isn't obsessed with hunting them down.

"And, Mr. Walker, can I ask why you waited until you arrived at Metropolis to contact her? Or perhaps why you neglected to tell any of the teachers you were with that you weren't affiliated with the school?" The Metropolis teacher levels him a stoney look from above the top of his glasses perched on his nose, and Danny huffs back at the accusation.

"I did try! Ms. Tetslaff didn't listen to me at the gas station!" He threw a hand in the air, sure he did end up using the confusion to his advantage, 100%, but he still couldn't get a word in in the first place.

"And I understand that, however, you still had the rest of the time on the bus to attempt to communicate- did you ever inform Mr. Lancer here of your predicament?" Danny glances back over to the other teacher, he still looks stern, but there's an air of nervousness about him. Danny almost rolled his eyes, the man really thought he was gonna throw him under the bus.

"...No." the teacher nods at that, going back to typing rapidly on his laptop. Danny doesn't even bother looking back at Lancer again.

"So, Mr. Walker, if I'm understanding your circumstances correctly, you were, albeit partially unwillingly, made to join Mr. Lancer and Ms. Tetslaff's class, realized that the bus would be going to Metropolis, decided to take the free ride to the city and ditch when they got here, and now-" the teacher folded his glasses shut as he talked, leaning back with a sigh that could almost have Danny believing he wasn't the first kid to pull this shit.

"I have to ask why you even bothered coming back, Mr. Walker? You seem like a smart kid, you were free to go off into the city to do as you please." ah the other million-dollar question, maybe by some cosmic miracle, his Lancer will somehow know that he totally owes him one.

"I uh, don't have money anymore." Not a total lie, with what little he still knows of this universe, what if Washington was never even president?

However, to Danny's somewhat alarm, the teacher suddenly looks concerned.