They cycle on with their overwrought narration, oblivious to the two horribly confused men standing directly in front of them.

"Peter," he says slowly, nervously, "I don't think they can see us."

He steps forward, reaching out tentatively, and immediately leaps back in alarm when one of the cameramen passes right through his arm.

"Yeah, okay!" He scrambles away, rubbing his own frantically as though testing its solidity. It feels solid. It feels there. "That's weird," he babbles with a frantic desperation verging on hysterical. "That's really weird!"

The cameraman he just tried to touch stiffens, his eyes going wide.

"You guys feel that?" he calls to the rest of the group.