With a hardening of expression, he snatches his hand away. He's overstayed. Time to return—

—just in time to be welcomed back to his body by a gentle stabbing. Almost before he's opened his eyes, he knocks the stick away with a blind, boyish, elbow-first gesture that can only accurately be described as flailing. Just the one flail. Immediately afterward, he collects himself—which means, in part, giving Ralston a cross look.

"Hilarious."

Technically complying by not using his hands, wow, incredible. Fucker. (Kirigan would've done precisely the same thing.)

"What happened?"