Your clock says 10 minutes. Screw fate, so you hang a rope and get onto the chair and right as you're about to do it your cellphone rings. it's your best friend. They know somethings wrong and sobbing you tell them everything and they make you feel better. So you get off the chair and the watch clicks. You look down. 60 years.
"What is your name?" the little girl asked as the black figure in the closet ate a sandwich and didn't respond. The girl stayed quiet but spoke after a bit "I'm Jane." A smile crept on to the figures face. "I'm Jackson."