Charlie looked at the clock on the wall
Charlie was getting a new understanding of the phrase 'time is relative'. The red seconds hand on the wall clock ticked round with agonising slowness. Charlie began to mentally breakdown the seconds in to smaller units, dividing time up into smaller and smaller slices in an attempt to calm the butterflies in his stomach. All this for security clearance. Well, no, if he was honest with himself, all this for Don. The door opened. "I'm ready for you now Professor Eppes". Agent McGowan growled. Charlie sighed as he got up. This was not going to be easy.