"Oh, fuck," says Tim, his expression souring. That's what they need. More attention from other paranormal, powerful, terrifying entities whose purpose they can't define.

He rubs a hand over his face, trying to massage away the budding headache. "They're, uh - they're like the Rift or something, or it speaks through them, I dunno." And their interest in the two of them apparently hasn't waned.

That's just great. Jay a fucking ghost, and pursued by creepy Rift-dictated felines. He says he's 'all right,' but when has their definition of 'all right' ever really meant it.

"Are they, what, stalking him? Does he know what they want?"

This isn't fair to her. She's not their go-between but, fuck - Tim has no idea when he's gonna get the chance to talk to Jay again.