"Okay, so that was super weird," Henley starts from the top of the stairs and as she pads down them. If she was Daniel, it might not be hard to imagine her just standing there, waiting for him to return, to capitalize on the theatricality of it all. All things considered, even so, it's not really much of a stretch of the imagination, particularly when she doesn't continue until she's hit the bottom of the stairs. "That was like, I don't know, going just out of range of a radio station or something."

Her sense of the connection didn't really break, she could still feel Jack there, however faintly, like the faintest snatches of a song through the static, but -- yeah, it's still weird, even if they're all getting used to it from Dylan. He's back at work; their connection is constantly strained by the distance. This was more, less, she's not sure. She wonders where Jack ended up and that might be a prompt to answer that question without actually asking it outright. She can sense his -- excitement, she thinks, too, and now she's curious, if she wasn't before.