"Stop calling me that," says Jay, barely keeping a lid on his increasing distress. "What the hell, Tim?!"

Did he just call himself Timman. What is this. Why is this happening. Seeing him like this is a fucking affront to everything, everything Tim really is. Daniel's remark about the Rift experimenting on them comes back to him and he curls his hands into fists.

"It's okay, Jay," says Beegirl, darting in to pat his arm, somewhat absurdly. "Timman and I will go our own way. When you're ready, you'll see him again." She smiles, all knowing and wise, and Jay regards her with suspicion but he has no reason to disagree.

"Come on, Timman," says Beegirl, flitting back over to him. "There's plenty more minor distress out there!"