"It's ok! It's ok! It's ok!" he mumbles, following Kyle into his own head. In the physical space he drags Kyle against him and down into one of those coin operated massage chairs that he can't imagine who uses in the middle of a mall except teenagers having a laugh.

Inside though, he arrives amongst visions of clouds and pillows and Marshmallow Peeps and eases Kyle into all of it softly. "Can you hear me? Can you see me? It's ok. It's not forever. Just a hit. If you can feel your tongue stick it out or something."