[This isn't right. None of this is right. He's losing him - this guy whose tea must've been spiked, and Tim scrambles, moving closer, maybe to grab his shoulders and shake him, but his shin collides painfully with one of the chairs instead and he curses.]
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[This isn't right. None of this is right. He's losing him - this guy whose tea must've been spiked, and Tim scrambles, moving closer, maybe to grab his shoulders and shake him, but his shin collides painfully with one of the chairs instead and he curses.]
Hey. Hey. You still with me?