Seth might've thought he merely imagined it, but there's this prickle on the back of his neck that precedes the voice, noticeable even in his numbed state. Besides, he's imagined Daniel's voice in his head quite often in the past week - or more now? Seth hasn't been good at keeping track of the days. Enough to tell the difference, anyway. (The Daniel in his mind usually sounds a lot more disapproving and disappointed than the real Daniel would be.)

He jerks a little in his seat, a sudden twitch at the realisation of someone's presence. He's almost grown unfamiliar to it, having spent as much time alone as possible lately. Cutting short even visits from sympathetic, worried friends checking up on him. He's mostly only had Monty for company, and she doesn't exactly speak much.

"Daniel?" he asks quietly, almost imperceptibly so, turning in his seat. He sounds hoarse too, he realises - must be because of how his heart just leapt into his throat.