Part 8
Sam scooped up some sand from the beach and poured it into the empty two gallon bottle; he looked up at Brittany who had another bottle. She views it curiously and shifted the angles she was holding it.
Brittany: Maybe with tape?
Sam: Maybe, but there's no tape here, not even at the hatch.
Brittany: I really wanted this sand time thing to work.
Sam: Wait, I think I got it.
Sam gets up and runs off leaving Brittany alone with the two bottles. He came back with a hot stick.
Sam: Hold them together.
Brittany flips the empty one over ad presses it against thee full one as Sam slowly moves and pushes the stick along the edges of the bottle. After a while he puts the hot end of the stick into the sand. Sam sits down next to Brittany.
Brittany: Now we can measure jungle time. And Mr. Schue can give us history tests.
Sam: You know, sometimes I just, I sit here thinking about the most weirdest things to be worried about, like what would my doctor think when I didn't show up for my appointment this week.
Brittany: or if Lord Tubbington has gone back to drugs because he thinks I've abandon him.
Sam: Exactly, if I had braces, would they ever just fall off without regular checkups?
Brittany: You admire your teeth don't you?
Sam: My nickname is trout mouth, dental hygine is extremely important to me.
Brittany: I wonder when Santana will be back?
Sam: why don't you test the hour glass.
Brittany flips over the bottles and looks back out to the ocean.