Gears turned one another, pushing the other to keep moving through the journey of time. The hands on the grasp of the numerical face before them, only for it to scream in alarm that a new hour has risen and gone by. The scene unfolding is barricaded behind glass so that no one disturbs the actions occurring. All that one can do is listen to it’s echo… “tic… toc… tic… toc…” The only message that can be read from under the glass is that of 5:00 pm.