Not much to be done once Destiny-sorry, Time-disappeared behind her new door, the hourglass's slow but inevitable fall of sand making me anxious the longer I looked at it. Irresistible, that constant movement of bits of gold, the soft hiss of their motion only discernable as I leaned in and pressed my ear close to the glass. Mesmerized, lost in the feeling of Time literally moving past me as those particles made their journey through the tapered center, I found myself staring at it ...