Jay tries to parse it, tries to fit it into what he already knows. He knows time moves wrong when that thing is around; does this mean he was wandering around in Rosswood for two years? Maybe the problem's not Rosswood for once; maybe it's this place.
He doesn't know. He can't draw conclusions without a baseline for normal, and nothing's been normal in at least 24 hours. Maybe two years, if Tim's to be believed. If that's even Tim, fuck.
He's acting right, though. Even if he doesn't look right, even if the stuff he's saying makes no sense, he's acting like Tim. Maybe that's something. Maybe he can trust that, even if he can't trust everything Tim says.
"Tim, where..." His free hand snakes into his hair, and his breath hisses through his teeth. There's something at the tip of his tongue, a patchy, fragmented memory. Rosswood, but not, kudzu vines winding around the lamp on a bedside table. Tim tipping an orange bottle into his hand, offering a cup of water. "Where are we right now?"
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Jay tries to parse it, tries to fit it into what he already knows. He knows time moves wrong when that thing is around; does this mean he was wandering around in Rosswood for two years? Maybe the problem's not Rosswood for once; maybe it's this place.
He doesn't know. He can't draw conclusions without a baseline for normal, and nothing's been normal in at least 24 hours. Maybe two years, if Tim's to be believed. If that's even Tim, fuck.
He's acting right, though. Even if he doesn't look right, even if the stuff he's saying makes no sense, he's acting like Tim. Maybe that's something. Maybe he can trust that, even if he can't trust everything Tim says.
"Tim, where..." His free hand snakes into his hair, and his breath hisses through his teeth. There's something at the tip of his tongue, a patchy, fragmented memory. Rosswood, but not, kudzu vines winding around the lamp on a bedside table. Tim tipping an orange bottle into his hand, offering a cup of water. "Where are we right now?"