Clocks

Millions of them.

                                            

Snow awakens the next morning with Gen's hand clenched around his arm. “Snow,” he whispers with voice hoarse.

 

“What?” he whispers back.

“Where...are we?” he asks.

“We're..safe.” he replies. It's odd that he almost hesitates before telling him.

“What's making that ticking sound...?” he whispers, his eyes closed.

“Clocks,” says Snow without thinking. “..Go back to sleep.”

“'kay,” replies Gen, and he falls back asleep without another word.