Neal lunges toward Tim on instinct, even though there's a bed in between them. He feels a quick surge of relief when the other man catches himself, but he catches a glimpse of something falling from Tim's grip and into the gap in the floorboards. It was small, round, looked like--

There are plenty of rubber band balls in the multiverse.

Neal rounds the bed, holding a hand out without touching Tim, just a gesture to make sure he's not going to fall over now that he seems to have steadied himself.

"You okay?"