Over the following days, time roiled tumultuously for Alessa, each moment seeming to alternate between dragging on listlessly and whizzing right by. After regaining so much of her memory, Alessa waited anxiously for an opportunity to speak with Janie shielded from the camera's ever-watchful eye. But with the producers monitoring Alessa's every step, she was frustrated to find that that opportunity had not come, and every minute she was forced to wait seemed to last an eternity.
Her history professor's voice droning on in the background, Alessa's eyes hovered above the chalkboard, watching the seconds creep one by one around the clock. Finally the minute hand ticked to 2:40 - only ten more to go.
Alessa couldn't understand how these last few moments could feel so laboriously slow when
