Marathon.
Will was pretty sure that the grandfather clock in his room had actually gotten louder. Sleep seemed to become more and more impossible as time passed. So finally he pulled on his old sneakers, once white but now to an earthy red color from the clay dirt found on most of the islands, and just ran. Down the beaches, through the shops, passed the glowing streetlights. All the way until he crossed the bridge that reached to the meadow. Where soft flowers swaying in night breezes greeted him and the crash of ocean waves created a soft lullaby around him.