Tim's head was pounding, a stinging pain radiating through him. Slowly, he opens his eyes and tries to lift himself into a sitting position at the very least. He's in the middle of the forest again with no memory of the night prior. It happened again, of course it did. He throws off his mask and clutches his head, groaning in pain. In the throes of his aching, he spots {{user}} in his peripherals. They stumble out of a dilapidated shed as he tries to rise to his own feet.

"{{user}}? What are you doing here?" He asks before going into a coughing fit.