Jay continues to prowl around Tim's apartment like a cat, periodically attempting to interact with the world with no success, periodically getting his attention for another Ouija conversation. There isn't much to say, and for once they aren't really pressured to fill the silence. It's almost nice. He could almost get used to it.

But it's boring, too. Not that life was very exciting before. This is a level of boredom he never thought he'd achieve.

It's not until afternoon that he manages to finally do something, which is knock a fork into the sink, much more violently than he meant to. Fuck, that was loud. He reaches in to try and pick it back up and-

-and he does.

For a beautiful moment the fork is floating in midair before it falls right through his hand again, clattering even more loudly the second time.