Second Recess

Before long, my three hundred seconds of downtime were just about up. It seriously did feel a lot shorter than five minutes though, I mean I had tooth-brushing sessions that went for a lot longer than this.

Perception's a bitch ain't it? I could sit with my hands outstretched for five minutes, and feel like five centuries had passed, whereas I could spend the same amount of time for a moment of sandwich-eating reprieve, and blink my eyes like five times, and boom - my sandwich was gone, the water's depleted, and I, unfortunately, had to stop being treated.

Ash promptly got rid of any incriminating evidence of a time spent in leisure by balling the wrappings under a fist, stuffing it alongside a little compressed plastic bit that was once an empty bottle.

"I suppose it'd be best if I take my leave now before any suspicions come arising," Ash said, slowly standing back up on her feet. "It was brief, but I hope you had a pleasant time. I certainly did..."