"When day comes and all these things go away," Zubair answered Alexei's question.
It somehow qualified as leadership since Zubair technically answered the question better than any manager who had no idea what the answer actually was.
But everyone in the room knew that time went peculiar.
They could count to sixty and understand that a full minute had past, but the minute seemed to stretch and snapped back.
Frogs made pyramids that collapsed under their own living weight.
The smell climbed into sinuses and nested there like a bad tenant.
Lachlan's arms found the kind of rhythm a body invents when the mind has given up arguing and took a break.
Push, sweep, reset.
The broom handle bit blisters into his palms that healed as fast as they formed. He didn't notice the miracle until he did, and then he filed it away under 'Later', with everything else that didn't fit what he used to know.
