He lets her lift him up, stands there for a moment or two until the question registers.

"No," he says. "I'll come with you. Just..." He turns toward the kitchen, walking stiffly to the sink, eyes moving slowly over the Ouija board still lying out on the table. He gets himself a glass and fills it with tap water. He turns back shakily and leads her into the bedroom.

Tim is still there, unchanged, unaffected by all that is happening around him.

Jay stands there, resisting the temptation to sit back on the floor, sipping his water and staring dully at his friend.