Tim's - smiling, grinning actually, with complete, earnest, genuine abandon, wearing - what the fuck is he wearing - why is he like this. What is wrong with him.

"Who's Troy?" he blurts. "It's Jay, Tim, what are you - what is even-"

Should he be pursuing this? Maybe he should just walk away. Scratch that, maybe he should run.

A tiny woman he hadn't even noticed before flutters up off Tim's shoulder and over to him. Jay recoils in surprise.

"It's okay, Jay!" she says in a little voice. "We're here to help!" She turns back to Tim. "He's very sad because he's lost," she informs him.

Jay stares at her, then back at Tim, this nightmarishly happy person who looks like Tim. He should probably do something but his brain is drawing several blanks.