A knock at the door was heard by someone who was on their headphones, programming. Doing his computer thing. He sighed as he slipped them off and turned his head, soulless eyes shown towards the door which moved a bit at the knocking. He lifted himself off his chair, also known as his 'bed' because he'd fall asleep in it. He wobbled a bit but finally got his posture and balance and walked over as it knocked louder.

He finally got to the door as he opened it, when he immediately groaned. "Ugh...Ded, why are you here-" he was suddenly shoved. "Sorry, I need another talk." He sped walked in, not welcome. Tim didn't seem to react, this was way to normal, since Edd went missing he's been like this. Ded ripped out some paper and showed it to his face. "Look! See? I found footprints that look like Edd's!!" He exclaimed.

Tim blinked. "What if it's just someone else?" He asked. Ded shoved it into his arms. "That's what I think, can you please see if it is?!" He asked, more begging. He sighed. "Okay." Is always what'd he say, just to make him happy. Ded smiled and thanked him as he walked out and Tim shut the door. Still livin' in this house, twenty-four years old, He could buy a few pads, but he just like to stay home, no, he never took the fast route, now the plaque's on deck but they still make him take the trash out, keep his ass in check

Nothing has changed, he is the same. The same life, the same story, the same clothes, Sam routine. As he sighed he walked over and felt himself sit down a be a plug go into his brain as he did what he'd promised. As he checked it out, it was true...looked exactly like edd's...he'll have to ask Bing. The scientist.. Because he can easily run tests and get actual evidence.