With the distinct changes in movement, noise, and distant environment, Jay realizes they've descended, are in the subway now, Tim is moving slower and more clipped, jostled by people. Jay tenses a little in his enclosure, hugging himself closer to Tim's chest for fear of being accidentally caught against another body; Tim's heart is beating harder and faster.
Jay looks at his camera. "I think Tim's getting on the train," he says. "He's really... really on edge. I mean, I would be too." He hesitates, jolts and looks up at the sudden rush of noise that must be the train, the jerk of Tim's body that follows, gravity suddenly pulling him hard back from the burst of forward motion. Tim steadies himself moments later and Jay struggles to slow his own breathing.
"I'm starting to think we should have just walked," he says. "Or Tim should have, anyway."
He doesn't have much to say, waiting and listening to the stations go by until 59th St - Columbus Circle is announced. Tim is on the move again and Jay focuses on tracking his movements: off the train, through the turnstile, up to the next level-
He seems even worse off than before, moving suddenly much faster, jerkier.
"Tim?" There's no way Tim can hear him. He tries to pull himself up, gripping awkwardly at little folds of Tim's shirt. "Tim! Tim, down here!" He slaps his hand on Tim's chest with as much force as he can muster and it's still so light, he doesn't know if it'll register.
"I know where to go," he calls, waving an arm. "It's a maintenance entrance by the east stairway. Just go there!" Is any of this getting through?
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Jay looks at his camera. "I think Tim's getting on the train," he says. "He's really... really on edge. I mean, I would be too." He hesitates, jolts and looks up at the sudden rush of noise that must be the train, the jerk of Tim's body that follows, gravity suddenly pulling him hard back from the burst of forward motion. Tim steadies himself moments later and Jay struggles to slow his own breathing.
"I'm starting to think we should have just walked," he says. "Or Tim should have, anyway."
He doesn't have much to say, waiting and listening to the stations go by until 59th St - Columbus Circle is announced. Tim is on the move again and Jay focuses on tracking his movements: off the train, through the turnstile, up to the next level-
He seems even worse off than before, moving suddenly much faster, jerkier.
"Tim?" There's no way Tim can hear him. He tries to pull himself up, gripping awkwardly at little folds of Tim's shirt. "Tim! Tim, down here!" He slaps his hand on Tim's chest with as much force as he can muster and it's still so light, he doesn't know if it'll register.
"I know where to go," he calls, waving an arm. "It's a maintenance entrance by the east stairway. Just go there!" Is any of this getting through?