A new day, a new dawn, why is she so hung up on that phrase slash song, but it wasn't even dawn. It was mid-afternoon. Or there abouts. Maybe. Time had probably passed. Scratch that. Time had passed, but Tuesday wasn't paying attention. Or she was, but not really. Since internal clock.
Today wasn't a day for records, or cleaning or whatever.
It was for Clock watching. Or sitting.
....meditating?
Maybe.
Whatever. The Unicorn's in the Circle near the Clock and being contemplative.
Because. Bolide and Chariot, dead. Dim thrum-tick-tocking.
They fucked up. Which meant....welp. The Unicorn didn't know what that meant. But it couldn't be good.