I saw Tim again today. He looks thinner and his hair was much more ruffled and longet than before. It wasn't notably longer but I did notice it.

He was much more quieter, angrier. I don't know why. I'm not sure what got him so angry and why he's so sad. He won't say a thing.

He told me if I wanted to run, he was there. I told him I was fine but he grabbed my wrist and looked me in the eyes.

"You're far from that here, boy."

I guess he was right. I wasn't fine. I'm gonna sit on it for a bit because I don't want to risk nearly dying again.

Love,
Toby.