Dylan collides with -- something not the mattresses on the way down. A table, he thinks. Either way, Jack gets a flash of pain, bit back too late, as it takes him a second to get his head back on straight. Another flicker of apology follows, as he didn't mean to force that on Jack, and then he lunges for the papers.

"Gimme that."

Christ, he's going to be sore, by the time they make it to the carousel.