Tim shut the door to the stairwell behind him, leaning against it and looking up at the lone, solitary door at the top that lead to his apartment. His brain was tangled up. He felt weird, like something was inside his heart, squeezing down on it. But he also felt really happy. And warm, and sad, and like he was blushing. There was something about this that he really liked. It mostly just scared him, though. He had no idea what was going on, and he didnt know how to figure it out. Was there something wrong with his health? Was he sick?

He shook the thoughts out of his body, and instead pushed on, moving up the stairs, cracking his knuckles as he moved. He felt good. He honestly felt happy. That was new. But that was good. He liked it. He hoped it would last a bit longer. He pushed the front door open, stepping into the darkness of his apartment. He flipped on the lights, tossing his coat onto one of the hooks by the door.

But something felt off.

Tim walked towards the couch, his body stiff, his face contorted into a look of awareness. He looked into the kitchen. Nothing. The bathroom. Nothing. The living room held nothing, as well. He looked towards his bedroom, one of the rooms he rarely found himself in. The door was shut. Bad sign, he thought. He forced himself to move to it. His hand was on the door knob. He twisted, pushed, stepped.

He was in the room now, which was, for some reason, darker than his apartment had been. He reached for the light switch, flipped it, and made a noise that was almost a shout as the door slammed shut behind him. Tim stood there, completely still, not even trying the door. He knew that it wouldn't open anyway. He just stared at the wall in front of him, his face sad. Not scared, or angry, just...sad.

He was staring at the portal.