"Come back?" His brow knits faintly with confusion, head at an angle. He keeps his voice gentle as he opens a hand to gesture at the fabricated space around them, its ongoing sameness stretching upward ad infinitum. "I don't - know if you have an alternative, especially if the alternative is just more of this."

At least Daniel, being Ascended, can access some of the world and communicate, even if it's on something of a reduced level compared to what he's accustomed to. But Jay is simply drifting, unmoored, and it's a depressingly unattached existence that he seems to think would be better for all parties involved.

"I can find him," he offers dubiously, "if you want. I can - locate people, talk to them. In Manhattan."