Tim made a large hand motion, which generally included the entire apartment. 

"Here would be a good place to start."

He walked into his living room, sighing a little as he looked at the state of the place. He shouldn't have done this. Why did he do this? Why couldn't he just control his feelings and his emotions and his everythings? Why did he have to have night terrors and see things and hear things that weren't there? He walked over to the opposite side of the room, picking up a cushion, holding it in front of him, looking at it. He stayed like this for a few momnts before finally bringing it over to the couch, setting it down on the cushion.