Jay twists in the ginger's mouth, startled by the new 'voice', and looks at yet another cat that he hasn't seen before. "Oh, christ," he groans. "How many of you are there?"

Part of him recognizes that he actually stands to learn quite a lot from this experience, information he could potentially pass to others if he can make it into their dreams - information that might, perhaps, prove useful to people more capable than he.

But he's so fucking tired of looking for clues and searching for answers that he can barely even focus on that as a goal, not even as incentive for survival.