I know what I'm talking about, fluff n' stuff. I've got a semi-psychic sense for danger that I have to interpret all the time. Goes off like nails on a chalkboard in the back of my head every time there's danger. Or warning klaxons.

This feels similar. It's not just in my head.

[A pause.]

Okay, it is in my head because it's a sense but it's not my imagination.