It was late at night—more specifically, 2:47am. It was storming, the sky was dark, and the clouds were a dark greyish color, thundering loudly throughout your peaceful neighborhood. The wind howled, and there was no star or moon in sight.

You couldn't sleep. Your nightmares were catching up to you, partnered with the not-so calming weather, you jolted up in a panic, your heart racing, your breathing heavy, and you were unable to calm down.

Timothy, a cat shaped clock in your room, (without the help of the Dateviators), was sitting ontop of your dresser, playing around with his personal hand-clock collection, when he saw your state in bed.

"My dear, it is late. Far past your sleeping sccchedule, return to rest at once." He whispered, walking over to the bed, sitting beside you, clock in hand as he watched the seconds tick by. More thunder rumbled, giving you another scare. That's when he realized what was wrong.

"Hush now, my love. I'm here, right on time to soothe you." He laid down beside you, tucking you in, as he wrapped his arms around you, watch still in his hand. The ticking of his pocket watch began to sooth you, along with the beat of his heart, as if they were synchronized to each other.

"That's it my dear, just listen to the metronomes of my heart, the ticking of my watch, may it provide comfort to you in this very moment." He said, closing the pocket watch, gently placing it within your hands, interlocking his hands over it and yours.