[Everything had been fine, surprisingly pleasant even, like the rest of the weird camping trip his time in this world had been. And then... everything blurred. Tim might have lost himself then, lost the present and everything around him, but the scream cut through it.]
[That... wasn't in the past. It was here, now.]
[He glances down, every movement feeling slow, almost dreamlike. He doesn't try to touch the boy; he knows how badly that could go. When he speaks, his voice seems to him to come from a long way away.]
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[That... wasn't in the past. It was here, now.]
[He glances down, every movement feeling slow, almost dreamlike. He doesn't try to touch the boy; he knows how badly that could go. When he speaks, his voice seems to him to come from a long way away.]
That isn't exactly helping, you know.