Tim tells him to get out, save himself first, and for a split second, he's tempted.

A lot can happen in forty minutes, though. Sure, Wonderland brings you back if you die, but things seem fuzzier when it comes to, y'know, permanent neurological damage. This place is happy enough to fix a gunshot wound in the side, but what about a hole in the head?

And he's not abandoning Tim a second time.

So, what's he doing?

"Finding the key and getting you out," Jay hisses back. "This whole thing cuts out ten feet down the hall, so we just need to get down there, and--"

Footsteps again, closer this time.

Jay ducks away from the window, snapping the latch shut before sprinting back toward his old hiding spot behind the storage cabinet. The echoing footfalls from earlier solidify into the click-tap of high-heeled shoes, and there's a squeaking, clattering sound that might be a rolling cart.

From his hiding spot, Jay can hear a woman's voice. It's not one he recognizes. "Dinner, Timothy."

Jay's pulse speeds up. Is that all she brought him?