Oh, sure, all the warning signs are there. But he's not Tim, is he? He doesn't go missing for hours on end. He wandered out here to try and find something, and he fucking found it, all right. He doesn't miss days of class, or get dizzy fits, or hear voices. He doesn't see things in the corners of his fucking eyes.

Pointless. Fucking pointless asking, acting like they've got any common ground here. Like anyone wants to have anything in common with the local freak.

"It's gotta be," says Tim, with more confidence than he actually feels. "You'd...you can walk on your own. Right?"

He'd better be. He just wants to go home.