Initially Jay feels a sickening lurch in his gut; then nothing, not even the rush of wind as he's dragged at inhuman speed through the woods, trees whipping past him, bending and folding into a dark tunneled blur. His hands grasp desperately but there's nothing to hold onto and he thinks even if he did touch anything it might take his hand clean off from the sheer speed. He screws his eyes shut, praying it will stop soon, one way or the other, wake up wake up

cold water hits his back so hard and so fast it feels solid, feels like he should have been shattered across the surface, but he's still here, the motion's stopped so suddenly and it's so dark he can't tell where the surface is, he's drowning, fuck, fuck, fuck, this is what it did to Tim, he remembers the sickening gut-punch of watching Tim thrown around in space, tortured like that, and now he's being treated to it first hand, it's almost poetic because it was all his fault. He reaches out in every direction trying to breach the water, kicking and flailing and struggling even as his breath runs out.