He'd seen It. Well, it makes...sense. Wouldn't it? It's showed up before, in fleeting moments. No doubt because Tim's here, and it's like how Alex said. He was right. He's the source, and there's no escaping that. It showed up in the white room with the hovering blocks, and Zacharie had tried not to panic. It appeared in the slice of another world, Its silhouette torn with the visual static that cut across every one of those "tears," Its gaze unrelenting.

Tim's here, so it has to be here too. It's like It's this...part of him. Inescapably.

His fist clenches in and out again, his jaw tightening. He made him sick, did he. As if Jay doesn't have enough shit to worry about, now his Mirror's got a whole new fun toy to fucking play with.

That's the last thing they need.

"What do you mean by weirder?"