Jay wakes up gasping. The blankets stick to his cold and sweaty body. He draws in shaky breaths, and tries to still the thudding force beating up against his ribcage. His hands cling onto the mattress as if it were life itself. A nightmare… that’s all it was… he tries to tell himself.
But wait. Something is wrong. As Jay glances around the room, he notices something is not quite right. Tim’s suitcase, his jacket, his lighter which he usually keeps on top of the dresser— all of Tim’s belongings, actually, aren’t there. The thought of something happening to Tim hits Jay like a brick wall. Oh god, oh man. Jay’s head begins spinning. He has to go. He has to move. He needs to save Tim. As he swings one leg out of bed, Jay pauses. There is a body lying in the bed next to him. Yet, right away, Jay can tell it is definitely NOT Tim’s. The figure that lies before him is much… taller… much leaner… Jay turns on the bedside light to get a better look…
