And then it went, and time passed properly once more, every second following every other second just like they're meant to.

“Could he be walking in circles? Maybe he would just walk and walk and walk unti…”

“However you must have sensed a lurking 'but' skulking beneath my happy, blithe,…”

“Por muy lejos que te vayas, nunca conseguirás huir de ti mismo.”

“M is for magic. All the letters are, if you put them together properly. You can…”