Sophia felt an overwhelming sadness wash over her. For Tim to have felt so utterly alone, to have to feel that again... It must have been terrible for him. Sophia had felt alone before, but she had never felt as alone as Tim must have. As desolate, as unloved by one who was supposed to love you with all their heart. Sophia never wanted Tim to feel that alone again. She wouldn't let him, if she could help it.

Without saying a word Sophia reached out and took both of Tim's hands in hers. There was a look of gentle concern on her face as she gave Tim's hands a gentle squeeze. "It'll be alright," she told him softly. "You don't ever have to feel that alone again, Tim. I'm here for you. If you ever need me, no matter what time it is or where you are I'll come for you. That's a promise."

Sophia finally let Tim's hands go and she rested her hands on her lap. She looked down at the carpet for a moment and appeared to be thinking hard about something. After a moment she took a deep breath, heaved a great sigh, and then looked up at Tim. "So I went through the tunnel the other day too," Sophia confessed. "I didn't have much of a choice, really." She told Tim about how she had gone to leave her bedroom and the tunnel had been there. She hadn't been able to call him and she had no choice but to go through the door. She told him about how she had wound up in an empty version of her apartment, about hearing the voices, running scared back to her room--her real room--and why the voices had scared her so much.