Whatever the fuck is happening out there, Tim has no clue. There's the scrape and clang of the cart banging against the wall, murmured voices, but trying to grab at the latch yields nothing but further bruised knuckles and scratched fingertips. it's clear that something just happened. Hell if he knows what.
"Jay?" The word is hissed, whispered between clenched teeth. "Jay!"
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"Jay?" The word is hissed, whispered between clenched teeth. "Jay!"