Finally, slowly, Jay stands up, legs shaky and weak. He wants to get closer. He has to get closer. Tim is fending it off, actually fighting it effectively, and he doesn't know what to make of this, there's nothing to see, really, just shrinking shadows and Tim's body lurching and swiping and digging into it-

The creature shrieks horribly as Tim's hands sink into it, rip and sever, pull it apart.

Jay shivers and trips back until his shoulder blades knock against the wall. What is he looking at. What is he filming.

He doesn't know how to stop, and he never did.