It's thanks to Clem that he's even here right now, and can shake aside the worst of the misery that decided, for once, to manifest outside himself instead of the usual. The scalding, fizzling crackle and hiss of static in his ears, in his head, clouding his face and sinking him deeper and deeper into the very worst version of himself - wish he could say that was the first time that's come about in Wonderland, but it's sure made its rounds, huh? - if he's susceptible to that, then so's Jay.

Jay.

Jay, who's always charged face-first into things, who's sacrificed everything for the sake of a mystery that was only tangentially relevant to him in the first place, who let the paranoia eat him alive until he was bleeding and coughing on pavement.

"Have you seen him?" he croak-whispers to Clem - hardly daring to peel away from her side since she pulled him free from that clouding nightmare of his own making. "Jay?"