What do you do with that kind of open generosity?

Jay doesn't know, so he doesn't reply more than a very slight nod. And it's just as well, because that's all he has time for before he's dragged out. Daniel's room and Daniel himself disintegrate around him, and he disintegrates, unraveling, back into formlessness, nothingness. Still conscious, floating and lost.

The only thing to think, before he gets pulled in somewhere else, is at least I'm not the only one.