Jason sprawls on his couch in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, staring up at the ceiling as he wrestles with the same damn problem. He thinks maybe it'd be easier to piece it all together if there weren't so many supernatural possibilities.

There's a knock at the door, and he stumbles off the couch, sliding into a pair of jeans, just barely doing the button before he opens the door.

And there she is.

"Hey," he says, breathless.