Dan Howell is a werewolf?

Chapter 3

It's been three days since I saw Dan at the airport and he has been posting a new video every day since then. In the videos he seems distraught and distracted. I'm watching today's new video, a skit, when his phone rings. When he pauses pretending to be listening like this is part of the skit. I hear his voice, his lips are barely moving but, I hear him say," Well keep looking! What hotels have you checked Phil? How are you checking them anyway? We don't even know her name!" I don't hear the rest, I'm too focused on the realization. He's going crazy because of me. You are mates! Why can't you see that! Enough Laurel. Look, even if we were mates we wouldn't know. To know you are mates you have to hold a conversation or touch. We did neither. Laurel harumphed, but I ignored her. Instead I decided to comment. Hey Dan, have you ever been to the hotel in London called "Queen's" it gives you the fun opportunity to say you are staying at the Queen's hotel. ;) I sat back and waited to see the affect of what I just did. A few hours later I logged off of my computer and headed out to check out the apartment. When I arrived it was in a lovely neighborhood and it was beautiful outside. The inside of the apartment or flat rather, was large and roomy, while maintaining a certain cosiness. The landlady gave me a tour and I fell in love with the place. I signed the papers and was due to move in, in a week's time. With a slight bounce in my step I went back to the hotel and took a shower. Finally after a long, but fulfilling day, I collapsed into bed and fell asleep. I woke up the next morning at 6 a.m to Laurel yelling at me. She kept shouting, "Finally! Today's the day! He'll be here this afternoon! After all of the time we spent ignored by everyone, Finally he'll be here TODAY! WAKE UP LAUREN!" She always has been known for her premonitions.