“Now is really not the time for denial, Jay!” Tim snarls. He’ll deal with his own shdow’s bullshit later, assuming he gets the chance. Jay’s leading with a grip around Tim’s arm, and for now he lets it happen, lets him weave through the clouds of thick, gaseous white.

Whatever Jay’s shadow just ruined into, it’s probably looking for a fight.

“What do you have on you besides a camera?”