[A whole lot of doors that opened on nothing and Jake wasn't proud exactly that he held it together as one minute slid into the next with the nauseating yawn of dismay that opened up in his belly, so much as he was sickly aware that his throat was burning and his eyes were prickling. No way home meant stuck, right as the sky was blue and he couldn't think of anything worse than stuck right off, leastways, not without the dead people right up and walking in his face.]
So where do we go? [Dull, and he knew it sounded like a boy, 'stead of a man who knew his own mind and made his own decisions, but he didn't care right away. He didn't flinch at that aside about the calling home, because he hadn't answered any phone calls that came with 'it's your father' long as he could remember for two years, at least.]