The ticking drove him to the parapet of sanity, a fortress that had before now seemed so secure. Incessant, ubiquitous, each paralyzing click carrying with it the knowledge that a chunk of time was being ripped from his existence. There were no hearts beating under the floorboards, no underlying guilt, yet his mind crumbled even faster than Poe’s ligyrophobic subject. Hickory dickory dock, his end seemed to be a lock. He tried to close his eyes, yet the ever increasing light spelled his doom. Then it came. The alarm rang, shrill and punctual. He rose and got ready for school.