‘What is it, Sal?’ Johnny asked, looking at her, perplexed.
‘They magnetized the sand,’ she looked at him and then back to the hourglass on their nightstand. ‘They are - I knew it - they’re replicating the simulation in our bedroom. They’re manipulating-'.’
‘Sal -’ Johnny paused, unsure how to continue. ‘I did that. I needed our time, to be stretched. I-’ he could see the accusation in her mind beginning to grow. ‘….You know I experience things differently, after - after the accident. And I wanted you to see it with me. I had Jimmy hack in to the home. He dims the lights and changes the patterns on the clocks in every room you enter. I just…I just needed more time with you.’