I've been living at Tim's place for nearly a month now I think. He told me what was on the tape. Him, as Masky, taking Jessica from her hotel room as she was unconscious and leaving her in the woods. Then Hoody shows up, then Alex shows up with a gun and Hoody runs and leads Jessica to the tunnel and holds the gun on her before being tackled by Hoody and Jessica runs away before running into the tall man.

It was exactly how it was on the tape when Jay did post it. Now he kept calling me and Tim. Tim suggested that it would be better if Jay came to us, and that if we ignored his calls long enough he might come here. I have to admit, it does make sense in a way. I'm not saying I thought it was sure to work, but we could try for a bit and see how it goes. Considering Jay's behavior, it probably would be best if he came to us. For one, it WAS Tim's house so he would know where everything was and being here longer then Jay was, I was more familiar with it then he would.

"Fifth time today." I mumbled as I put my phone down on the counter. I had only checked it once it stopped ringing and sure enough it was Jay. Between Tim and me, he seemed to be trying me more then Tim and honestly I felt guilty for ignoring him.

"Maybe eventually he'll come here." Tim replied, sounding reasonable enough.

"How can we be sure? He doesn't leave a message. Just calls and expects us to answer."

"I know. I know it's hard on you, but it'll be safer for the two of us if he comes here instead of the other way round."

"I suppose," I sighed.

"... But, are you sure you're okay going along with this? Just, listening to me?" Tim looked at me with a bit of a questioning look, and a bit hesitant. "I mean, I would have thought you'd...?"

"Be more aggressive towards this maybe? Insist we tell Jay to come to us instead of just ignoring him until he checks here?" I guessed.

"Yeah."

"When all this started," I folded my arms and leaned against the counter."I just wanted to find my brother. Maybe try and get us to be a family again. But now, now that I've seen him..." The next words stuck in my throat. I felt unable to speak as they seemed almost gagged. I remembered my brother as a great guy, who was pretty cool even if he was pretty protective or teasing when it came to boyfriends. And one time when me and a couple friends got an older friend to get us booze, he just dragged me straight home. Luckily he didn't tell on me but still, he ruined the fun!

But now he's just a fucking psychopath who kills people! Hell, he might have murdered people we don't even know about besides that mystery man from the tunnel! How the hell do you deal with that?!

"... I want my big brother back. I want the geeky, film student Alex who called me his dorky little sister." I felt my lower lip tremble slightly and I rubbed my left eye. "I don't want crazy, killer Alex. All I wanted to know was what happened to him and now that I know... Now that I know, I just... I just feel safer not knowing as much as I probably do want to know. I just feel so indifferent to what we know or don't know."

"I know, I know." Tim murmured before wrapping his strong arms around me in a comforting hug. "I know it's tough, and it ain't going to get any easier. But I promise, when all this is over, we're gonna stay together and try to get through this. We'll do all we can to help Jay once we get the chance."

"Thanks." I murmured. Deep down though, I felt empty. I felt deep down that in the end it would all be pointless and for nothing. But, being comforted like this did help a bit. Maybe excepting medicine from Tim unlike Jay has helped my mind a bit. After ending the hug, Tim led me into the living room and picked up the picture of Amy that was on the armchair.

"Look, I've been looking over the address we found on the back of Amy's picture."

"Really?" I glanced at the picture.

"Yeah. It's a college. Not too far from here." Tim said. "I think this might have been the one Alex was thinking of moving to to be closer to Amy."

"What do you think could be there?" I asked.

"I don't know. Only one way to find out, isn't there?"

"... What if it's a trap?" It was something I had to point out. I mean, why would Alex leave something like that in the attic where it would have been eventually found no matter what. It just seems too convenient in my eyes.

"There's a chance," Tim admitted, a small grimace on his face. "But we haven't gotten this far without taking chances. You and Jay broke into that house."

"Jay, broke in. I tried to reason with him that it was illegal."

"What happened to that the next two times?" Tim seemed to be teasing me more here, and I snorted in response.

"I lost the ability to see reason?"

Time went on. Tim figured it would be best to wait a bit to see if Jay actually came. So all we could do was wait, confirm the address on the picture and try to have a reasonably normal time.

Then mid October, we heard a knock on the door. Me and Tim had been in the kitchen, alert once we heard the knocking. Tim moved ahead to it and asked,

"Who is it?"

"It's me." We heard Jay. "Come on, open up." Tim made a gesture for me to hide and I silently nodded and moved to the living room and waited for whatever would happen.

It was silent at first. I didn't look to see where Tim had hid, but I heard the door open and Jay step inside.

"Tim? Rebecca? I just wanna talk." I felt a little weary of that statement considering Jay's current state of mental health. So I avoided giving any response and just waited. I winced when I final heard Tim surprise Jay.

"Drop it! What else do you have?" I felt my stomach lurch at that. What DID Jay bring?

"Zip ties?"

'Zip ties?' I thought to myself with my brows furrowed in confusion. But I jumped up once Jay was pushed into the room, before dropping a knife onto the counter. I felt a brief light headed sensation as I tried to imagine what Jay honestly had in mind at the point in time.

"Just wanna talk? What were you gonna do?"

Jay only seemed to work out of panic and tried to get the knife back, only for Tim to grab him and push him the the ground.

"Rebecca! Grab the zipties and help me out here!" Tim was holding Jay down and I only noticed the white zipties on the ground then. Already knowing what Tim had in mind, I grabbed a handful and assisted Tim in tying Jay up. My fingers shaking as I did so. Jay was struggling to get free as he yelled at us to get off, as we stood up and backed away a bit. Tim picked up the camera as Jay yelled some more.

"You're a liar! You had that tape for how long and you never told us!"

"What us? You ran off?" I scowled a bit before Tim spoke.

"It was in my jacket pocket the day we both woke up next to that shack in Rosswood. I've had it ever since. And this? This is exactly why I haven't shown it to you yet."

"What are you talking about?"

"I knew if you saw it now, you'd blame me for Jessica disappearing and that would make finding Alex even harder." Tim answered but the mention of Jessica had Jay's mind on a different track.

"Just tell me where she is!" Jay demanded, sounding very tired and fed up with all this nonsense.

"I don't know any more than you or Rebecca do!" Tim answered in exasperation. "I don't even remember the parts that were on that tape. You should know that!"

"I don't believe you." Jay glared at Tim as he managed to get himself into a sitting position.

"Well, you're going to have to, okay, because the way I see it there's two possibilities." Tim swallowed as he started with the possibility that I didn't really want to acknowledge. "One, she is dead, in which case there is nothing we can do."

"It wouldn't be my fault!" Jay said. He sounded like he was trying to convince himself. I was going to say something but Tim already spoke loudly to keep himself from being interrupted by Jay again.

"Two, she is still alive and if she is, we cannot go anywhere near her, especially not you! You could be followed, or you could show where she is on your camera or something like that and she would get dragged into this all over again."

"But if she's alive out there, she could need our help!" Jay insisted.

""She has to be dead to us regardless, Jay!" While I knew those words were true, I still cringed at them as Tim went on. "We need to be focused on finding Alex because he is the one who's actually responsible for all this. Blaming me isn't going to do anything!" Tim was breathing from the small rant before he left for his room. Jay looked to me, looking desperate.

"Rebecca, I'm sorry I left you behind! I wasn't thinking straight and I didn't think you would stay here and... You gotta let me go!"

"I'm sorry Jay." I told him solemnly. "You're in no state to do anything until you can get that doctor's appointment. It's... It's best for everyone if your just stay here. Until you calm down."

"Rebecca, please! I'm begging you!" Jay was giving me a look like I was the last piece of salvation he had, and it didn't help my conscious in any way.

"Jay, please..." But Tim came back, carrying a duffle bag.

"We looked up that address that was on the back of that picture we found in my attic." Tim told Jay as he pocketed the knife Jay had brought. "It's a nearby college. Probably the one that Alex went to to be with Amy. I'm going there and I am not taking you with me. Not while you're like this." Tim then looked to me.

"You ready?"

"... I... I think maybe I should stay here," I said hesitantly, glancing to Jay. "We can't just leave Jay alone. Who know's how long this will take."

"... Good point." Tim glanced down to Jay. He didn't seem too sure, but with Jay tied up, how much harm could there be? Tim kissed my cheek. "Call if anything comes up." He mumbled before he began to leave. But Jay looked startled when he realised Tim still had his camera.

"Wait, Tim, just leave my camera."

"...No." That was all Tim said before he turned around to leave. Jay yelling out to him and begging for the camera to stay.

"Leave my camera, I need it! Give it to me! Tim!"

I closed my eyes as I thought back to 2009 and up to now 2013. What had happened to cause so much to go wrong?

Right when I say I hope to have this chapter out before the next entry, one comes out. In my defense, #79 kinda through me off for this story since I wasn't too sure how to continue this story while making sense. Then I got my idea. But it came during *Sniff* #80... *Takes deep breath* I... The part of my heart that is normally frozen to emotions in relation to fiction took a serious blow today. Almost as big as the ending to Professor Layton and the Unwound Future, or the entry where Tim was practically tortured and we all wanted to hug him. *Sniff*