Because I enjoy imagining crack-ish scenarios for the horror/tragedy media in my life — and I remain an absolute sucker for time travel — I invite you to picture, for just a moment, the utter chaos that would ensue if a later seasons Jon somehow found himself back in the early Season 1 archive. 

To be clear, this is stuffy academic, supernatural skeptic, really doesn’t know what a social life is Jonathan Sims being replaced by The (Chaotic) Archivist. Due to a series of incredibly convenient events worthy of a soap opera (Jon is wearing gloves that hide his burned hand, Sasha is off in another department to retrieve something, etc.) it takes a surprisingly long time for him to figure out that this is not his archive and them that this is not their Jon. During that time, various people witness such insane events as: 

• Jon kissing Martin, wherein he expires on the spot
• Calling their boss an eldritch bastard with a passion that honestly scares them
• Pulling what appears to be a real human rib out of his bag, like that is in any way a normal thing to possess, let alone be carrying around 
• Asking for a statement like it’s his next hit (it is) 
• Banging on the wall and yelling for someone named Helen 
• Muttering continuously about how the world is going to end. Again. For the third time this month

Tim, for Reasons™, mostly hears about this insanity secondhand, but is absolutely living for a feral Jonathan Sims. You say he got hair extensions over the weekend? He’s smoking again? He asked Martin to get him Starbucks? He’s witnessing his boss have a midlife crisis in his 30s and it’s everything he never knew he wanted. 

…Right up until Tim actually makes an appearance, wherein Jon bursts into tears and starts begging for forgiveness. Tim just mechanically pats Jon’s head with an internal monologue of what the fuck what the fuck what the actual fuck is happening

Bonus comedy sad times: Jon, pointing at a Sasha, “The hell is that.”