Danny didn't return until late that afternoon, not completely sure if he was very happy with his new apperance or not. His long, course hair, which had once been below shoulder length had now disappeared, cut short to where he couldn't even run his fingers through it anymore. It also made it look much more unkempt. At least the weight of his long hair had kept it some what tame. But it had been mandatory for them to cut it, military standards they said, and he supposed he couldn't argue. He had also gotten some new clothes while he had the chance, since he had been wearing the same outfit for quite a few days now. He had not shaved though, another thing they had wanted of him. He just felt he looked better with a little bit of a beard.
Otherwise all he had done that day was endure several more tests. This time he had gone through several tests of stamina and fitness, testing his eyesight and hearing. Afterwards they had taken a blood test as well. Within the week he would begin basic training.
The strange thing though was that he had not seen Bowen all day, not even at the military office. He was rather perplexed as to what had become of his friend and he hoped that Bowen was alright.
What was even more confounding, however, was when he arrived at his apartment to find it unlocked, when he was quite sure he had locked it before leaving. Cautiously he opened it and peeked in, hoping Brigit was alright. What if someone had broken in and hurt her? But he was met by a rather excited and happy Brigit almost immediately. She plundered over to him and he leaned over to pet her happily, but did not lose his guard.
"Someone in here, girl," he inquired of his dog as if she could answer.