Jay watches him text with mounting impatience, waiting for some kind of payoff. This is not going at all in the direction he thought it would, though to be fair, when has anything in his entire life. Remember when Alex gave you two bags of tapes he'd planned to burn, told you never to mention it, and then attacked you and left you sprawled in the grass? No, you don't. False memories and inexplicable turns of events, that's all your life is now.

Hearing that Bee knows Tim - okay, that's better. That's something. Maybe she was that tiny girl who was with him in that weird dream? She'd acted like she knew him.

Well you're in luck, Bee, he wants to get to his building too. But he has no idea where it fucking is. His sense of direction was never very good to begin with and now it's completely off.

He wrestles for a moment with what to do. He can't really ask questions. He doesn't want to signal no because that would be too misleading. But this guy doesn't seem entirely equipped to help him beyond that.

Sighing silently, he struggles forward and reaches to tap his left shoulder again. He'll figure it out. He'll find his way home, and at least someone knows he's here - and she can tell Tim that, presumably.