When Tim rises, Jay attempts to do the same. He wobbles on his feet for a moment, leaning against the wall until his head stops spinning. The Mirror or Tim or whatever it was told him not to sleep, didn't it? And now the Real Tim's here, telling him to 'take a break.' Inconsistencies. God, it's looking more and more like that was the Mirror back there.

There's no rush. Take a break.

"Okay," he says, because he's not sure what else he can say. At this point, staying up doesn't seem like a real option anymore.

He doesn't want to wake up with anything missing, but he can't stop it.

"Keep an eye out, alright?" If Jay can't stop anything from happening to himself, maybe Tim will have better luck.

Useless camera in hand, Jay inches back toward the door.