25

~Rosie 

Thought stares at me, wordless. 

I’m not sure why I expected Thought to jump at the chance of helping me. Maybe it’s because him and I are both stuck here in the same position, at Time’s mercy. Instead he remains silent, staring me down with those unnerving silver eyes. I’m unsure of which make me the most uncomfortable; his, or Time’s golden ones. 

“I’m not like you, but we can help each other,” I breathe, pressing against the confines of my binds. “Why won’t you help me?”