"It doesn't matter what I'm doing here. I'm here now." he scoffed, "And let me worry about my journals. You shouldn't be risking your life for the sake of my privacy."

Methos frowned. Maybe he should have done something to that man that had done this to Daniel. But then Methos would have lost his anonymity, and it was one of the only things working in their favor at the moment. "You probably have one hell of a concussion. Let's get you across the street in case he comes back. I rented out an apartment there. I can get you checked out and then we need to move."