Tim's P.O.V

Jason is one of those people that if she misses or someone died she'll wear or keep somthing close to her. It's been one week and shd still refuses to take Jays hat off.  It's around midnight and I can hear Jason crying in the other room. We've been in a hotel since Jay pasted. "I'm sorry Jay, I should've been the one to get shot...I would've survived" Jason says quietly to herself as she cries. I sigh and wrap my arms around her. She just cried into my shoulder for the rest of the night. She would cry herself to sleep and have nightmares afterwords. I ended falling asleep on the couch. I wake up to my phone ringing. It was Jays number. But how? ! I answer the phone. "Hello how do you have Jays phone" I say into the phone. "I am Jay, it's hard to explain but just get out of that motel there coming" Jays voice says. I hang up, wake Jason up, and we run out of the motel. I get in the car and pull out. "Where are we going" Jason asks. I don't respond because I honestly don't know where we should go. I just drive.