• TICK. TICK.

    It's always there. Just sitting in the back of your head. You never notice.

    TICK. TICK.

    I do. It drives me mad. It's like a secret radio transmission, one you can hear unless you have the right time and frequency.

    TICK. TICK.

    But really, at the same time, the frequency is entirely public. All you need to do is look for it. You just have to WANT to hear it.

    TICK. TICK.

    It's like a gargoyle, watching over the city, peacefully, unnoticed, taken for granted most of the time.

    TICK. TICK.

    Nut it you look carefully, you notice. And sometimes, it scares you.

    TICK. TICK.

    Even if it's not next to you, it's somewhere within traveling distance.

    TICK. TI-.

    And if it stops, you always know somethings wrong. If not with you, with the source. You know, the source of it.

    .....

    And then something could go wrong.