Jay can feel when the tree catches, and he backs away, ready to run as best he can. The fire spreads quickly, though, and soon he can feel it on his neck, cutting off the only escape route he can picture.

Tim's not running. Jay won't either.

Easier said than done.

Fear creeps back in through the cracks in his anticipation. He wants this place to burn, wants to see how it'll try to recover from this, but he doesn't want to burn with it. He thought he did. He thought it would be worth it, but as he feels the heat increase and the flames close in, it becomes harder to maintain that self-destructive apathy.

It's going to hurt (again).

"Tim. Tim, wait, I--"

The sound warps and skips, and suddenly the pain that splits Jay's skin isn't from the heat.

He's being taken apart.

This world is being taken apart, and Jay's part of it. He reaches out, trying to grab Tim's arm, something, but