Solo, So Low, What’s the Difference?

I still had a million more minutes to go out there. Or two hours. Or thirty seconds. I had no idea. At least with in-school suspension, you know how long you’re going to be there.

Now I didn’t even have a clock tick-tocking me toward the finish line. But the funny thing was, after a while, it started to feel like I did. I could have sworn I heard it, going by in slow motion. Tick… tock… tick…