Harold shrugged. "Hey, naked on the bridge. Something out of my nightmares, but fuck, why not?" He held out his hand to take his jacket back. He could see the vague distortion that - if his usual travels through the nexus were any indication - would lead him back home.

"Welcome, dude. Listen, if you see--" He abandoned the sentence, looking off. This seemed like one of those things people didn't remember once it was over.

Harold rather hoped they knew, anyway.

"Nevermind, man. You're welcome. Good luck with the, uh--" He pointed down. "--ribboning."