It looked like him, as if his Mirror wouldn't excel at precisely that sort of subterfuge. Tim barely refrains from rolling his eyes, but has to plant his face in his hands regardless, thumbs working at the sleep-deprived corners of his lids. He misses most of what comes next. He misses everything except for the moment in which Jay rocks on his feet, his balance failing, and ends up pressed against the wall, sliding slowly to the floor.

Tim sits up.

"Jay?" Did he see something that proved him wrong? Fuck, is he seeing things again, already? It wasn't - It was never here. He shouldn't be seeing things if It was never here.