He didn't look up. "Just tell me. Just tell me. Just tell me. Just—"
"What's wrong with you?"
He didn't answer. "Just tell me. Just tell me. Just tell—"
The bird chirped, "He's gone mad. Nothing to do. Nothing to do."
She looked around: there were clocks everywhere, all showing different times on their faces. "Because of the clocks?"
"Because of the clocks. Because of the clocks."
"What if I make it so they all show the same time? Maybe that will—"
He leapt up, grabbed her by the arms and hissed in her face, "Then they'd all be wrong."