What in the world was Dave's problem all of a sudden. He was seriously getting tired of stepping on eggshells around people, it was getting far past ridiculous at this point.

"That wasn't a stab at your accent." John is silent for the rest of the drive, only speaking when he is pulling into the IHOP parking lot again. Who are you?" No shit he's Dave Strider. "Not some smart ass, I'm Dave Strider, crap. Who are you really? Are you who I think you are?"

John was not leaving without answers.