He's not going far. It always felt safer to stick close to the room after dark, with the exception of a few late-night dinner runs. This is familiar. Same as always.

Same as a few months, as compared to a few years. This may be familiar, but it isn't normal.

It's more normal than nearly anything he's experienced since he got here, though, and Jay can feel himself sinking into the routine despite himself.

Tim's gone, so it's time to go through the footage. No footage. Time to get a new tape.

He reaches into Tim's closet, and after several false tries, manages to get it to spit out SD card that fits the camcorder. Storage isn't great, but he's had worse.

Wind back, set to record. Open up the computer. (Not here.) Open up Twitter. (Not here.)

Wait for Tim to get back.