Tuesday's in a trance her eyes flutter as Time and Fate begin to lay before her.
Tuesday sucks in a breath as she comes out of it. Dropping her connection to the walls. At least for now. "Ah. So. This wall. Well these ones. The fucked up ones." Tuesday oats the wall. "These. Forty five years, seven months, 14 days and 6 hours." because she knew and figured Sand would like all the numbers. "The tunnel's shape, twenty five years farther back. And that." pointing through Aurora's Window. "Hasn't been changed in 71 years, 8 months, 20 days and 22 hours. So. Yeah. That."
Tuesday swallows. Then focuses on another spell. More golden glyph sparks explode outword. Tuesday knew when. But the why and and other meanings were still lost to her.
and there was that desperate hint of Destiny that kept tugging at her
Interconections, cast and extended to not hold stuff up