[If it wasn't for the terrible, aching cold radiating through Tim's bones from where he's in contact with Martin... this one would... look nearly the same as the Martin who'd just turned up. Oh, yeah, still washed out. Still missing a bit of his hand, and looking solidly worn down but it's harder to pitch the ghost idea now.

And just at touch. He'd mentioned the Lonely...

No, no now is not time for cataloging spooky traits.]

By told, made normal level 'Should we stop rearranging the stationary on Jon?' of protest, not 'I could time space out of existence,' Jesus Christ.

[Lower, quieter...] Are.. you okay?