Tim hadn't been able to leave either. He didn't know what he could do, or why he wanted to do anything to help the mysterious deaths and spooktacular hauntings, but he had to help somehow. So he found himself staying later then usual the last few days even, looking things up on the internet for protection. He found a few wonderful sites, including Ghost Facers that had amazing tips on how to fight these apparitions. He'd stocked his office up with rock salt. He'd just been about to sign off and take a break when the wall started to crack and suddenly caved in.
All he could do was stare for a second as it came right down ontop of him. Instinctively he dove out of the way escaping without a scratch. The entire side of the office was a wreck, but Tim was fine. Shaking once the dust began to clear, but physically fine. "What the hell?!" He managed as he finally regained his voice and hoped it didn't sound as scared as he felt. Just a week ago he was the type who couldn't carry a cup of coffee without bumping into the corner of a desk and spilling everywhere. Now he was avoiding walls and certain doom without so much as blinking with hesitation.
"...Clark?" Tim stared wide eyed as he caught sight of his familiar black hair. "I wanted to talk to you but really, I have a door."