"I said I could go out today," which really wasn't an answer but Doc hadn't seen Tim since the previous morning before the baby marshal slunk off to 1308 to lick his wounds.

"Just moved awkwardly," Tim growled though it sounded pretty damn pathetic given his curled up position. "It'll subside in a moment."

He hoped. Dear Lord did he hope. Maybe he should have taken Callisto up on her offer to kill him and hope he reverted back to factory settings.