Raylan didn't believe him but that didn't matter and was rejected into that pile before it got all the way across his mind. A week ago, Tim had been in his house, now he wasn't. Raylan didn't let that thought get to his tongue either.

Once they broke free from the tree-line, Raylan looked back one more time. Leaving was logically a good idea but he couldn't help the urge to break free and scurry back. The only thing that stopped him was the fact that if he got Tim killed, a) Tim died and b) it'd be another strike on the 'using people' list that Tim had started and Doc had filled out further.

"Doesn't matter. There's too much to do, too much to figure out." There's also no mirrors outside. Raylan had kept himself quiet about it so far in the hopes that it would go away, that he could just avoid it until it did. "I catch a nap at night if I can, I'm fine. What were you doin' out this way?"