This is becoming a joke. Over and over again. Step. Step. Step. Step.
Am I going crazy?
Maybe I actually just banged my head on the first step and passed out.
There’s no way I should be going this long.
But I have to, Biscuit needs me.
I need her.
Step Up
“Hey, clock keeper! How long has it been since I came in?”
He grumbled and moved away from my sight, then came back into my line of sight.
“Thirty-six minutes.”
He just huffed at me.