Billy knew all too well that he'd been the first to cross it. He wouldn't be able to say exactly when, but it was certainly long before the deputy had walked through the door with a stab wound. Billy frequently said he kept his heart in a box. Unfortunately, that box wasn't exactly well hidden, or at all secure. So, even though he couldn't say when he'd stepped over that line, he eventually realized he was on the wrong side of it. And he'd stayed there, quietly and patiently waiting for Tim to join him or walk away.

Billy eventually fell asleep, sometime after Tim, and woke before him. It hadn't been a very restful night for the spy. But that was okay. It gave him a chance to quietly order room service for breakfast. Tim may have passed it up the night before, but he wasn't letting the wounded man go without a proper breakfast.