“what time is it?” spencer heard his girlfriend ask, glancing down at the watch over his cardigan sleeve. “3:21, why?” his brows furrowed a little, she had her own watch, in fact she was looking at it when she asked the time.

“okay.. good” she responded. he assumed it was her schizophrenia giving her paranoia, worried she was reading the time wrong or something. it sometimes acted that way, changed the time or a photo on the wall. “you take your meds today?” he asked, simply curious.