Well, he's not sure what he expected, really. But one minute she's here and the next she's - hopefully wherever Jay is.

Tim blinks. Frowning, he tentatively stretches out a hand to rake fingers through the patch of air where she was, then thinks better of it and snatches his hand back. She's still there, he can see it, just sort of vacillating, flickering almost, like a candle's stilling flame.

All he can do, really, is hope that Jay can see her too. Tim sighs and runs a hand through his hair, trying not to feel unbearably anxious at the entire weird-as-balls idea of ghosts and magic. He is so goddamn out of his depth. He was never in his depth. Really, Tim's pretty sure he doesn't actually have a depth.

But maybe something will come of this. The universe owes them at this point.