"Uh..." Well, it makes sense he wouldn't remember that, and it's probably a good thing. He was... very odd. His patterns had felt limited, too, like he was no more than a caricature. Strange that she hadn't noticed that at the time, but then, she'd thought being tiny and able to fly was normal, too.

"It doesn't matter; it was a very strange dream," she says. "But it was definitely a group dream, and it was definitely Jay there with us. You kept calling him Troy, I think. He seemed very... unsettled, and... like he almost didn't belong there." She looks at him, searching him for any sign that this helps, rings familiar, provides hope. "I think he was trying to reach you, but you - neither of us were really ourselves in that dream. Tim... he did die, the Rift may have taken him, but I think it's still holding him here."