Jake is resigned to his fate. He has to go, for the safety of everyone he loves...but boy does it suck. He wishes he had time to speak to all the squad again. But there's never enough time. It hurts, so the hug's appreciated. Jake squeezes back.

"Okay. Just gimme a sec to send a message." He whips out his phone, the last time it'll be useful to him for quite a while, and places a quick call.

"Damnit, no answer...goes to machine...Ames?"

Deep breath. He can get through this.

"Babe, it's me. I wish you'd pick up---you're probably really busy keeping things running. That's why I love you. But there's no easy way to say what I have to. You might've guessed, with all the weird colors and dangers, but I can't stay. I have to go back to the void. I'm so sorry."

A little frustration creeps into his voice, but he presses on. "There's something big out there threatening not just our world, but all the others too. All those big worlds I told you about? They're real. And I'm going to save them. And somehow...I'll come back. As soon as I can. But my soul's still tied up out there, I literally cannot stay. And I'm so, so sorry. I love you. Tell the squad I love them too. Yeah, even Hitchcock and Scully I guess.

I'll be back."

He shuts it off with a deep sigh. He's really doing this, huh...one more look at Esteban, and a nod. "I'm ready. How do we go back?"

He's just gonna look at his city street one last time.