As soon as the pale light of morning was visible through the windows, he was up. He awoke at a specified time, but did not remember what that time was – only that he awoke at it. In his mind, it was the time at which the light flooded in the windows. It was that which marked the hour, in his mind. In his broken mind.
A hollow echo filled the house as his walked on wood floorboards. It was raining outside; he could hear it hitting the windows. He did not remember when walking had become so difficult, or why his left leg was causing him to limp. He figured he would get it checked out when the Masters awoke. They did not have a specified waking time. Well, the older Master did, but the younger did not. The one that did left at said time, and he did not take much mind for that. The only one that really mattered in his mind had no such schedule, but if that Master had not awoke by late morning he would fetch her. He limped onwards, making his way through the house and cleaning