Jim stares at him, not comprehending. "Does what?" he asks, even if it should be obvious, but he's been so careful, shutting down every line of thought that might bring with it despair or worse, hope, and he can't figure out what Bones must mean. "It's been a few days. I spent a few days in a fucked up Wonderland, once," he offers. "Came back inside the coat closet." He smiles again, an erratic little twitch of his lips. "Scared the hell out of Spock."