Tim was silently freaking out right now, not wanting to set Sophia off. He tried his hardest to concentrate on the trees as they passed, one at a time. But every time he tried to pick a tree out, it blurred into an deep green blob, merging with the grass, the sky and the sun until the whole world was just one indistinguishable blur. 

Tim shut his eyes tight, gritting his teeth as this happened.

He felt lightheaded, a little sick, and tired. More than he usually did. Just as well, his heart was beating too hard, his breathing was shallow, and he felt ever so slightly like he was going to vomit, even though he knew he wasn't really going to. He was just having a panic attack, and he knew in about fifteen minutes it would pass. Hearing Sophia, he leaned forwards, resting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, sliding them back through his hair and letting them grip hard as he tried his hardest to think. 

He would sit in this position for most of the car ride home.

"Um...uh... fuck it, lets just go to my place please. It's... that's what I need right now. Let's go there, okay?"

He was trying hard, focusing on his breathing at least, wanting one thing to go back to normal.

_in, out._

_in, out._

_in, out._

_in, ou--fuck it._

Clearly it wasn't working, so Tim gave up and let his body do what it wanted for the time being. He couldn't think when there was so much going wrong with the world right now. Science fiction didn't feel so fictional anymore. Everything felt incredibly surreal. The events kept playing over and over and over again in his head. He couldn't figure out what had happened to them, and h really didn't want to. He just needed to get home right now.