When Teddy had returned home after the incident at the Glass estate, he had an awakening, an epiphany of sorts. Life was short. Shorter than people realized. In less than a year, he"d witnessed the death of four people who"d each held some significance in his life. Although he"d only known Emma for the last few months, she"d been genuinely kind and supportive of him whenever they were around one another.
Emma had once suggested to Teddy that people were like clocks. They came in all different shapes and sizes. Some were wound up; others needed a source of powerful energy to keep them running. In the end, they all functioned for the same reason—a slow and careful passage of time where events were recorded and marked milestones in a universe so large, it was as distinct and complex as the p
