[Tim doesn't stop, though he's definitely more of a hindrance than a help at this point, breaking periodically to cough into one closed fist. Running from something he can't see, accompanied by someone whose name he doesn't know, on the verge of collapse - yeah, this feels like old fucking times.]
Move for th - beach. That way.
[He points vaguely with his free hand before devolving into yet another storm of coughing.]
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Move for th - beach. That way.
[He points vaguely with his free hand before devolving into yet another storm of coughing.]