Jay follows Iman, mutely. Occasionally, he nods where some sort of response seems appropriate, but speech is beyond him. Something horrible has just occurred to him. Something that makes the bottom drop out of his stomach. For a while, he's unable to even put it into words, but as he follows Iman up the stairs, he finally manages to subdue his panic enough to speak up.

"Er, darling?" he says. "Only ... only one person at a time is ... is ... displaced, yes?" His voice is pleading. He hopes like hell Iman is going to say no, that people come in twos or threes or even in groups, because if they dont--

But he can hardly bear to think about that.