This is turning into kind of a mess. Messes are dealable, usually, unless they're the kind where a sort-of not-friend dies and then turns into a ghost, and Tim might have hired some kind of alien to track down said not-friend, and now - yeah. This is going great.

How'd they even find him, if he really is a ghost? Does he even wanna know?

"Uh," says Tim, fist still hovering mid-air in preparation to knock again. He only sees two people, and neither of them look dead, or like ghosts, or like Jay.

"Wh - uh, Greta?" He performs a double-take as the other woman's name and appearance fully registers. "Do, uh, don't I know you?"

Oh, right. That was the dream where they couldn't stop knocking shit over, like a pair of preternaturally clumsy, petulant cats. Great.