John looked at the clock in the living room. The arms for hour and minute, standing at 19 and 54 respectively, moved sluggishly compared to the constant movement of the one indicating seconds. John found the clock extremely irritating. He was used to the hands moving with sudden jumps; the fact that they were all moving continuously and steadily was, for the lack of a better term coming to mind, alien.
The clock was just a thing to keep his attention away from pacing about impatiently. The ladies in the house had called it quits a mere twenty minutes ago. Everyone was back to their routines.
Thana was watching crap TV, Rave was relaxing listening to music on her MP3 player, Lydia was doing work, Aclysia was cooking, the elementals had taken to their respective relaxing activities, some of which meant screwing the dragoness. There was a certain unease in the house though, centred around the one person not even pretending to follow any sort of normality.
