"I just said I don't know where," mutters Jay mostly to himself, raising his voice to add, "This isn't your dream, it's everyone's. I came in here from post-apocalyptic Manhattan. I'm pretty sure we can get out."

He drifts down the hall slowly, affecting a dumb sort of defensive stance in case anything else feels like flying out at them. This must look so weird, now that Tim can actually see him, hovering just barely above the floor and floating around like Casper the friendly fuckin ghost.

"Just stay close, all right?" he says softly.