Walk him through it. He can do that. (Can he do that? Has he forgotten anything else?)

He looks up at Tim's mirror. Covered, so they can't be watching.

"Alright." He fidgets with the playback controls as he talks, watching the screen skip through frames of his dimly-lit bedroom until it hits an error message. "I went to sleep. Well, I tried at least, and I guess it worked, because something woke me up around two-thirty, maybe three. That's about when I started seeing writing on the mirror."

He takes in a deep breath. "I know it sounds...like it doesn't make much sense, look, I know, but it looked like your handwriting. And it sounded like the way you talk--or, or write, not..." Unable to really put a name to the Mirror besides 'Tim' or 'Mr. Wrong', Jay just gestures vaguely. "And you or..." He forces himself to consider other possibilities. "...or him or whatever it was said I'd done something. Sounded not good."

Fast-forward. Pause. "Assumed you'd gone Mirrorside, so I came up here with this." He holds up the folding mirror. "Somebody'd defaced the fourth floor mirrors pretty bad. With...y'know." He looks over at Tim, eyes hooded.

"And that's...basically it. That I remember anyway."