[ Tim's in bed, but not asleep, and there isn't supposed to be anyone at his window in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere. If his name was Juliet, and Romeo wanted to throw some pebbles at his window, fine, but he would know if an idiot boy was going to do that.
He slides out from under the covers on the far side of the bed, dropping softly to the floor. Slips under the bed, grabbing the knife he's borrowed from the kitchen along the way - he keeps it under the bed rather than under the pillow, it's not worrying - and comes out the other side. Tim presses his back to the wall besides the window and keeps himself flattened to the plaster as he stands, letting his back drag upwards.
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He slides out from under the covers on the far side of the bed, dropping softly to the floor. Slips under the bed, grabbing the knife he's borrowed from the kitchen along the way - he keeps it under the bed rather than under the pillow, it's not worrying - and comes out the other side. Tim presses his back to the wall besides the window and keeps himself flattened to the plaster as he stands, letting his back drag upwards.
And waits. ]