"The - what?" He blinks at her, taken entirely off-guard. Pink rollerblades? What the hell?

"I don't, uh," he says, shaking his head in complete befuddlement, "I don't - I have no idea what you're - Jay was where?"

There's really only one thing about what she's saying that he knows matters, without question. Maybe if it was one of those group dreams - though fuck knows when he's had time to sleep since Jay vanished, dragged out of his life again. He frantically scours his memory for anything that pings as familiar, but there's nothing, nothing, and he feels like he would remember, he knows he'd remember if Jay was there.