Tim stared blankly at the bodies in front of him. Alex had killed Jay. He had killed Alex. Well, Masky killed Alex. Jessica ran away. Brian was still missing. He was alone. Minus Masky in the back of his head, there was no one. No one was left for him. The only person he could see coming for him would be Brian, but God knows where he is. Probably dead as well. He was the only one left. The only one left in that...thing's sick game.
Tim dropped to his knees in front of Jay's body, sobbing. He didn't want to be the only one. He didn't want to be alone. He wanted Brian to come back. Hell-he wanted Jay back. He just needed...someone.
Truth be told, he blamed himself. If he had tried harder to stop him, Jay would be alive. He'd be alive and they'd be happy and far away from RossWood with Jess. But that couldn't happen. Not now, at least.
"You had your chance, Tim. They're gone now."
