Jay doesn't find the hand on his back overly comforting, but he's too overwhelmed to say so. He sits very still, listening to Iman and trying to understand. The words whizz through his brain without gaining much traction at all.

He's vaguely aware of space-time, though in a distant, pop-science, never-been-relevant-to-my-field-of-study way that doesn't mean much. All he understands is that he's been displaced and there's no way back and everyone around him looks off. There isn't a single person in sight who looks like they have visible spirit heritage and that makes him feel very alone and very uneasy.

His head spins. A veil descends between him and the world and when he speaks, he hears his own voice as though it's coming from miles away.

"I'm with you, darling," he says. "What ... what now?"