Outside, the bells are tolling. I counted thirteen. They said I had three turns of the giant clock left, and I have no idea how long that amounts to. Their clocks are numbered differently to ours. It's been four days already, and the clock has barely turned even a tenth of the way.

Curious.

Thirteen tolls of bells. I wonder what that signals. An arrival of an important guest, perhaps? If I climb onto the bench, I could peer out the window…

Oh my God.

It's him.

I need to continue to write. I need you in my dreams tonight.

Please.