Sissel's spectral presence sidles into the back of his mind and says, "Hey Jowd, there's no easy way to say this, but - my powers have let me down. I'd appreciate it if you could, uh, bail me out?"

Jowd sets down his teacup, the morning coming into sharper focus at once, the way it does in the moments before crisis - and Sissel says, "I got my body stuck up a tree."