Jay sat in a hotel armchair, stuffed with impossibly hard foam, hunched over his laptop. Tim had left hours ago, on his way to pick up a prescription from the pharmacy. Despite Jays calls, Tim had not responded. The trip should have taken him a half of an hour at most, even if problems had arisen. He had left at 1, and it was now 4:30. Jay was getting worried. They had no idea where Alex was, and it wasn't as if Alex was their biggest threat. Any number of things could have happened to Tim, each scenario getting progressively worse the more Jay considered them. Tim had taken the car as well, making looking for him an almost impossible task at this point. Jay stood up, sitting the laptop on the unmade bed and checking his cell phone for the millionth time. Total radio silence from Tim. Walking to the window, Jay pulled the heavy, tacky hotel room curtains back and peered out the window. Their parking spot was still empty. Carefully, Jay looked left and right, as far as his field of vision would allow. No one was within view. Jay sighed heavily and resumed his seat in the armchair, taking back his laptop and mousing over his screen to wake it back up. Doing cursory research, Jay considered one of his scenarios as to why Tim wouldn't be back. Jay considered the side effects of the seizure medication Tim had been so reliant on lately. It was Topamax, right? Jay typed this into Google, his laptops motor whirring with the effort of running the search. Clicking the first link, Jay's eyes scanned the page, finding the bulleted Side Effects section of the article.

sudden vision loss, pain around or behind your eyes;

dry mouth, increased thirst, drowsiness, decreased sweating, increased body temperature, and hot, dry skin,

confusion, slowed thinking, memory problems, trouble concentrating, problems with speech or balance;

vomiting, loss of appetite, tired feeling, irregular heartbeats, feeling like you might pass out; or

severe pain in your side or lower back, painful or difficult urination.

Those were the serious side effects, according to the website. Jay considered the symptoms, matching them to his friends behavior. He had been getting headaches lately, and had been drinking a lot of water. His diet had, more or less, become the pills. The memory problems bit particularly interested Jay. Could that be a logical explanation for Tims behavior? Jay quickly shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of that thought. Logic no longer applied to his current situation. Was it a medical problem detaining Tim? Had he become so sick between the hotel and the pharmacy that he couldn't drive back? If so, would he be at the local hospital? Jay once again sat the laptop on the bed and began to open up drawers in the room, searching for the phonebook. It was in the drawer underneath the microwave. After a few moments, Jay found the phone number for the local hospital and dialed it on his cell phone.

"Hello? Northport Medical Hospital. How may I help you?"

"Yes, hello. Has anyone by the name Tim been brought in since 1 o'clock?"

"Hold on one moment, sir. Let me check the computers."

Jay waited, listening to the soft clicking of the receptionists keyboard.

"No, sir, no one going by that name has been checked in here today."

"Thank you."

Jay ended the call, unsure if he should feel relieved or even more anxious. On one hand, Tim hadn't OD'd on pills and been brought into the hospital. On the other hand, maybe they just hadn't found him yet.

It was always a possibility that Tim had just left. Jay glanced at Tim's duffel bag, which sat in the corner next to his own. Both of them were living out of those bags. But Tim could leave those few items behind, if he were desperate enough. He had money and a car. But that just didn't seem like Tim, to Jay anyway. He wouldn't just leave him, would he? Maybe Tim didn't leave him. Maybe Masky did. That wasn't an illogical assumption, was it? Tim had been acting a bit off lately. While Masky hadn't appeared in the recents months, it was always a possibility that he might. Jay walked to the window again, peeking out the curtains and once again finding the parking lot empty of threats. Jay hoped Tim would return soon. The cheap digital alarm clock on the nightstand between the two beds told Jay that it was 5:47. Jays annoyance was quickly being replaced with a gnawing fear that something was wrong. Badly wrong.

After several minutes of pacing, Jay snatched the room key from dresser top and left the room, tightly gripping his phone in one hand. After locating the vending machine, Jay purchased a bag of Sunchips and a soda and returned to his room, walking quickly. The hall was silent and poorly lit, and Jay didn't like being alone in such places, practically begging for something horrific to happen. Jay unlocked the door, cringing at the seemingly deafening beep that it made to signify that it could be opened, and quickly shut it behind him. He glanced at his phone, just to confirm what he already knew. No texts or calls from anyone, least of all Tim. Sighing, Jay sat on his bed and retrieved his laptop, opening it and laying it in his lap. As he waited for the machine to install an apparently necessary update, Jay opened the chips and tried very hard to pretend that they were an adequate dinner. They were on his budget, and without the car... Jay drummed his fingers on the mouse pad until he was allowed to connect with the internet. He was already logged in to the hotels wifi after his previous search. Out of sheer habit, Jay went to Youtube first, typing the site in without even thinking about it. Jay lazily scrolled down the page, seeing nothing of interest to watch. He moused back up to the top, clicking on his own channel.

There was a new entry uploaded.

He hadn't uploaded it.

The video was marked as being uploaded 3 hours ago. Around 3 o'clock. The videos title was binary, similar to previous entries uploaded by totheark, who had certainly uploaded this as well. The description simply read "believe".

Jay hesitated, hoovering his mouse over the video. The thumbnail offered no help as to what the video was about. It appeared to be a shot of the ground, some sort of abandoned buildings floor. Concrete, with various scattered debris.

Reluctantly, Jay started the video.