Jeam-Paul's face turns solemn. "It is, or something close enough. You can wake up at any time. Go back to your regular life. You don't remember any of it." As he says it, Jean-Paul feels his stomach trying to drop out. He shakes his head minutely.

"Anyway. Parties happen. And it seems like when they do, you walk in and you're just... dressed. It's strange but you get used to it."