There's a clock over his head, one of the antique ones Regan's always liked. Clean dark wood, polished metal face, seven-level digital display. From her seat on the couch, Regan leans over for a better look.
"Quarter past two."
She's long shed her shoes in order to tuck her feet under her, and the comfortable flats lie forlornly next to the couch.
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Date: 2006-08-03 04:15 am (UTC)"Quarter past two."
She's long shed her shoes in order to tuck her feet under her, and the comfortable flats lie forlornly next to the couch.