[He watches from his perch on the pipes near the ceiling, he's laying on his back, flip-flopped feet kicked up on the wall, eyes following the blonde man as he walks his rounds, circling back every hour or so. Again. And again. And again.]
Where are you going? Is time repeating? [He's seen that before, someone trapped redoing the same thing again and again until they were knocked off the path.]
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Where are you going? Is time repeating? [He's seen that before, someone trapped redoing the same thing again and again until they were knocked off the path.]