Raylan had noted the admission. Tim had admitted it and was choosing the rockier path again. He couldn't stop him. He didn't have the mental acuity to try; that had been given up in his last 2 tries. What Raylan needed was his job and what he was good at. None of what Mathis supplied was what he was good at.

"I don't know where the mirrors are in the house," he whispered fearfully, eyes locked on 1308 and 1306 as his hand started working again at his sides, ring being worried in between it all. "I can't remember."

Tim's hands on him was the only reason he wasn't backing away; the urge to go back was still there. He could go to that other house, across from the graveyard, he knew there weren't mirrors there except in the bathrooms.