"Oh good, that's where I'm going!" she says brightly, and floats down to stand on his shoulder. Like a captain steering a boisterous, well soundtracked ship, she thrusts an arm forward and exclaims, "Let's go!"

She clings onto his shirt as he rolls onward, not moving too fast, which is just as well for her. It's not a moment before her bee sense is tingling, and she gasps and tugs on his shirt. "Over there! Someone's in distress!"

-

Jay does not want to be here. He doesn't belong here. Everyone's having a nice, normal - well, okay, incredibly weird group dream, and he's just crashed fully normal into it. This is terrible and he doesn't like it.

And now someone is coming toward him. No. No. No, no - wait hold the fucking phone is that-

NO.