Nothing.

[Tim lets out his breath, slowly, and clenches and unclenches his fists in frustration.]

In between stepping off the curb and arriving in the mansion is just... a blank. A blur. Seeing my own face sneering at me. I tried to fight my way out, but... I couldn't land a hit. All those bruises you saw me with, I more or less gave myself trying to get past it to escape... he'd dodge in such a way that I'd fall, or run into a wall or a piece of furniture...