"Going by the leaves, it feels like time is moving backwards," Tim expanded on his own thought as he walked over to a dresser and began to rummage about.

"Makes me wonder about those phone messages, from ourselves to ourselves. Initially it felt like a warning for future events, but lately I'm beginning to wonder if it isn't the other way around."

Which made the possibility of this building, the restraints, the drugs, and the personal effects, even more disturbing.