He tries to follow. Really, he does. But the doctor keeps looking over his shoulder, and Tim has to keep making sure he's not in the scope of his vision whenever he does. He loses sight of him, inevitably, cursing quietly under his breath when he turns a corner and Jay isn't there. Did he leave? Can't have. The doctor had such a tight grip on him. How would he have gotten out?

He starts prowling the perimeter of the common areas, trying to time it so he can slip into the halls for the individual rooms when someone isn't looking. But after the third failure, all he gets is confinement to his room.

His room. Alone. The bolt locking firmly into place behind him, a familiar, sick feeling curling up tight in his throat.

With no doctor, and no Jay.