The Final Maintenance had been scheduled for today. Tina had known it was coming. The Viscount’s soul-clock, the delicate orrery of brass and starlight embedded in his chest, had been winding down for a decade. He had told her last spring, while she dusted his collection of impossible fossils.
No answer.
Tina knew the tea was not cold. She had made it just moments ago, in the timeline that no longer existed. But she played along. Tina the Bunny Maid -Final- By MikiY
“I know, my Lord.”
“Then why did you do it?” he asked. “Why give yourself another day of goodbye?” The Final Maintenance had been scheduled for today