He jerks back with an aborted sound of alarm when something grabs his hand and tugs him through, but it doesn't take him long to track the hand to its owner and relax, scrambling through the self-made hole in the brush.

"Hey," says Tim, eyeing the fountain dubiously. "Not sure I'm too wild about the whole theme, to be honest."

But at least Jay's dreaming again. Just like normal. As normal as normal ever gets for them, anyway.