Through the haze of barely suppressed panic, he hears Tim tell the shadows to cut it out. He doubts it'll do much good, but he appreciates the gesture.

There's an odd pressure against his forehead, and he realizes it's the camera. It was still in his hand when he brought it up to cover his face. He's not ready to put it down.

(Thank god he started sleeping with it in his hand.)

It's not that simple, Tim's shadow retorts, and Jay's own chimes in: "Yeah, that's not really the point. We're not here to shock you, Tim. We don't want you to be scared of us." It tips the camera away from its face for a moment. "We're just like you."