He didn’t need to move. Dimension walls broke down around him, carved away by the power he contained, the power he was. They dissolved into the nothingness that Jesse suspected existed between everything, within everything, but he didn’t allow himself the luxury of study. Later. When he had Emma back.
The fleeting thought that she would love this helped him focus.
His first physical sensation was cold. The detail surprised him. When he met with Emma in his dreams, they always sat under the dying sun, and while her hands were cold, the setting was not. He hadn’t expected the chill of her skin to be something definitive from her location, though in retrospect, he probably should have.