Jay shut his eyes tight, his mouth taunt and his breathing becoming heavier. He didn't know what in bloody hell was happening to him, but he knew it wasn't good. Especially since Tim... Left, Jay couldn't trust him (or anybody else for that matter) at all. So he was alone, and also coughing his guts out. Jay's eyes snapped open as soon as his right arm started to twitch uncontrollably, and soon the rest of his body followed in kind.

It felt like a thousand butterflies flew out of Jay's chest at once, and he could taste something metallic in his mouth. He couldn't move, or at least conduct any controlled movement, as he seized; falling down to the floor in a heap of confusion in panic. He couldn't breath, or maybe he could, he couldn't really tell. He could hardly even tell left from right or up and down at this point, and Jay could feel somebody behind him... talking to him. It was telling him to get up but all Jay could say was; "I can't, I can't. I can't. Shut up, I can't,"

Eventually Jay blacked out, ignoring the voice that was taunting him until he lost consciousness. However, strangely and upredictedly, after a couple minutes, Jay stood up. It wasn't Jay though, no, it couldn't have been, as the way... whoever it was, held themselves was totally different. No, it was not Jay, it was something else. Something less trivial and less caring about what's going on around them, something with intelligence and yet with none, something quite like a predator who has locked onto his prey or a animal who has just found its dinner. Whatever Jay was, it wasn't him, not fully anyways.

( For the sake of a name to call the phenomena/person/thing, we'll call him J. As in the letter, J. )

J looked around the mostly empty hotel room. A smile plastered to his face like it was Christmas eve and he has just caught Santa putting presents under the tree. He let out a long breath, his grin fixed in place. "So much to do in so little time," he muttered, pocketing the hotel key and walking out the door.

He already had plans; actions that needed to be taken; orders to be followed; people to ruin. The usual business of one who has a limited amount of time in control.

In such, he left, going about his way as one who had much to do and no time to do it.