Oh. She pulls back slightly, looking more carefully now. This isn't just odd, it's wrong. Tim's not Tim, or he's becoming less Tim by the moment. But she feels that in herself, too. It's terrifying. How can she grasp the situation when she can't even grasp herself?

She trembles slightly and then straightens herself up. Be still.

"Tim," she says slowly. "Are you still there?"

It's like his other self, but not like that either. And she doesn't even have an other self. Why are so many dreams making her forget herself lately?

Are you a good witch or a bad witch she wants to ask, and says nothing.