God, he's just barely holding on, isn't he? Tim glances at the doorknob once before reaching over and clicking the lock shut with the satisfying slide and chunk of bolts.

"Yeah," he says, a trifle unnecessarily. Feeling considerably more awake than he did prior to all this shit, he glances back in the direction of the camera, that beady little red light that no longer drills into his skull quite as thoroughly as it once would have.

"Now get some sleep,Jay, jesus."