Tim stiffened his posture, taking in the surreal qualities of what exactly was going on in this place. There was nothing but empty rooms and strangely colored walls. But it was his place. It was [i]his[/i] apartment they were standing in. Everything was almost similar, but t they werent. The differences weren't [i]glaring,[/i] but they were just present enough for him to notice.  There were no holes in the walls where nails had once been for pictures. There were no pill bottles on the counters. Everything felt wrong. He had his hands in fists, his face locked in an expression of "oh, fuck, what do I do now?"

He stepped forwards, biting his lip as he went, absolutely unsure of what to do. His arms were still locked at his sides as he ventured towards the living room where--surprise, surprise-- there was nothing but an exact, furniture-less parallel of his own apartment. He shook his head, freaking out internally. 

"This is a little fucked up, isnt it?" He asked Sophia as he stepped in more, looking at his--the--bathroom door for a moment. HE stood in the center of the living room, his eyes wide, his breath steady, but heavy.