Jim watches, quietly, frowning from shadows that shouln't be there. Watches the stranger stumble into his dream, and utters a soft, quiet, "Ooh," as he realizes what this is, or likely, possibly, probably is.
He steps forward, slowly, and brings the shadow with him. Surroundings start to shift around him from outdoor to indoor, from day to night, from loud to silent. But it's a gradual thing. Whether it will reach her before she falls, he neither knows nor cares, in fact, he's not even looking her way anymore, instead observing the transition.
Sorry for the delay ^^; I got sick...
He steps forward, slowly, and brings the shadow with him. Surroundings start to shift around him from outdoor to indoor, from day to night, from loud to silent. But it's a gradual thing. Whether it will reach her before she falls, he neither knows nor cares, in fact, he's not even looking her way anymore, instead observing the transition.