Sometimes it worries Jason how much easier being a cop in this weird bizarro town is than being a cop back in, well, his own weird bizarro town. Right now, he's actually on a real coffee break, heading into a diner where no one knows him as anything but Officer Stackhouse.

Being Officer Stackhouse sure beats being Jason Stackhouse.

He spots Fred, a familiar face, and is about to greet her when he see all those books.

And then he can't move. He's slammed in the gut by the weird feeling he's seen this before.

He's seen this before, except-- the edges of his vision are rounded out and the light is warm, and he's pulling her away from books, kissing her mouth, keeping her close.

"...holy shit," he whispers, and then the feeling passes.