Disclaimer: Not mine.
The clock says nine thirty-nine, and the second hand says twenty-four. It's two minutes and thirty-three seconds fast, so technically, it's nine thirty-six and fifty-one seconds. At night.
I've been watching the moments tick by for... eight minutes and forty-seven seconds.
Today that is.
I've been watching that clock since the moment I first walked into this squad room. I don't mean this morning, I mean eight years ago. Well, nearly eight years.
I've been watching that clock, wondering when my time's going to be up.
When I can finally go home.
To my own clock.