[It's a good thing he never did catch sight of a blonde running away from him. Even now, hyper-aware and wandering, Tim's focus is on maneuvering through this... barn. There's nothing useful that he's found and the headache just keeps mounting because seriously--? Something nagging tells him he should be a little more baffled by some of the animals, clearly not from his world.
He pivots. The farther into the pens he goes, he more it becomes obvious he's currently out of his depth.
Two rooms back the way he came, and he has to stop-- he balks a little, honest, and he isn't sure he doesn't gasp in a breath that sounds more pained than confused. Stephanie. Not the girl who told him off last, but he knows her. He only doesn't call her name out of reflex because his mind is working to put two and two together, and find out what
what's wrong. What doesn't fit.] Steph. [But he always did work fast. His entire body tenses-- wary, unnerved, and he's doing a shit job at concealing it. He isn't trying. Tim has the awareness to muse on the fact that... that's new. Or old, as the case may be.
She's younger. Her hair-- he always did like that haircut-- he blinks back the memories; they won't help.
His brows furrow. It's a coincidence that--] Were you following me?
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He pivots. The farther into the pens he goes, he more it becomes obvious he's currently out of his depth.
Two rooms back the way he came, and he has to stop-- he balks a little, honest, and he isn't sure he doesn't gasp in a breath that sounds more pained than confused. Stephanie. Not the girl who told him off last, but he knows her. He only doesn't call her name out of reflex because his mind is working to put two and two together, and find out what
what's wrong. What doesn't fit.] Steph. [But he always did work fast. His entire body tenses-- wary, unnerved, and he's doing a shit job at concealing it. He isn't trying. Tim has the awareness to muse on the fact that... that's new. Or old, as the case may be.
She's younger. Her hair-- he always did like that haircut-- he blinks back the memories; they won't help.
His brows furrow. It's a coincidence that--] Were you following me?