The door slowly creaked open. Jay popped his head in curiously. He thought he heard sobbing from the next room.

Tim's hotel room was in shambles, clothes and possessions scattered across the floor. The cheesy decorative picture frame was on the wrong side of the room, shards of glass littering the floor around it. Jay stepped in and closed the door. The sound was coming from the bathroom now. Hopeless, heart-shattering sobs of a broken man.

Jay tried the door. It was locked. "Tim?" Jay knocked on the door. The sobbing got quieter, but didn't stop. "Tim, I know you're in there. Let me in." There was no response. "Bab-Tim!" Jay corrected himself quickly. He knew they weren't ready for that yet, but he just wanted to show his concern.

"TIM!" He pounded on the door harder now, hearing Tim's sobs turn to tortured wails. "OPEN THIS DOOR!" Worried tears stung at Jay's eyes. He fell to the ground, emotionally drained, his cries joining Tim's, coupled in misery.

With a newfound rush of courage, he stood up and tested the strength of the door. The cheap hotel had flimsy doors. He slammed his body weight into the door. "TIM, I'M COMING IN." On the third try, the frame cracked enough for him to open it.

Jay cautiously peered in. The sink was filled with vomit. The shower rod had been torn down, the curtain along with it. In the bathtub, he spotted Tim.

Tim lay in the bathtub, which was full but still running. He appeared unconscious, his expression peaceful and body limp. Water mixed with blood poured over the side. "Tim, baby, what did you do?" Jay fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. He was alone again.

Tim's eyes fluttered open. "J-Jay?" his deep voice was laboured and strained. Jay ran to his side and attempted to pull him out of the tub. "N-No." In the face of death, Tim resisted. "I'm almost there, Jay." He reached out a bloody hand to touch Jay's hair.

"Almost where?" He stared into Tim's dying eyes. "Come back, Tim!"

"I can't. But you can come with me." Jay's eyes caught a glimpse of the razor on the floor beside the tub. He grabbed it and cuddled into Tim in the water. Shaking, Jay forced the razor down, sliding it up his forearm. He repeated on the other side. The horrors were ending. The nightmare was nearly over.

Blood loss made Jay feel woozy. Tim held him close, kissing his head and stroking his hair comfortingly.

"I love you, Jay."

"I love you, too."

They stepped into the light together.