Tim's first instinct was to take the soul to a husk and give the young actor a chance for a life, if not as amazing as where he had been headed. He was sure Pick wouldn't love that option as it would be loosing a soul and a husk... but Tim felt it would be the right thing to do.
Tim considered it for another fraction of a second before realizing that was impossible... the memories all went with the body. How to act in public, how to feed yourself, not to play with fire or in traffic... Tim realized that should this... as Pick put it "pure unrefined human soul" enter a body without its own set of memories, he would have an infant on his hands.
The next thought Tim had was that he should release the soul to the afterlife. It's where the soul belongs when it doesn't have a body, right? But Tim hesitated again, this soul should have a body. This soul should have a life and deeds to share with the souls of relatives and loved ones in the beyond... releasing it now would ensure it never gets a chance... Releasing the soul would be condemning it to death...
Tim was shaken with the biggest moral quandary of his life, control over another being's eternal spirit... and he was concluding that the kindest thing he could do is hoard it. So he plodded up to the warehouse, found the shelf Pick had mentioned, and carefully placed the soul.
Tim promised himself he would try to find a way to do something for the former actor, and if he couldn't... well, Tim desperately wanted to say he wouldn't ever use this innocent spirit for anything other than giving it a new chance but he couldn't.
He is standing next to God-like powers and if given the chance to gain them for himself, what price wouldn't he pay? He was slowly starving to death on the streets a day ago and targeted for murder over a bowl of soup. After all, he didn't reduce this man to spiritual infancy. Doesn't he owe it to himself to seize every opportunity he can?
Tim let out a heavy sigh, finished his chores for the night and went to bed.