"Yes, I've been feeling strange all day," Meredith agreed. "Something is . . . off . . . about this room today." She paused for a moment, lost in thought.

"Anyway," she continued, "the cleaning supplies are right here. The clock just needs to be dusted and polished. Thanks for the help." Meredith began carefully dusting her side of the clock, getting into all the nooks and crannies to ensure that every speck of dust was off the clock.

Suddenly, Meredith stopped cleaning the clock. Something was wrong. The clock had stopped ticking. She turned the clock so she could see the back and inspected every piece of the clock. She couldn't find anything wrong. This was not good.

Just as suddenly as the clock stopped ticking, it started again. Meredith stared in bewilderment at the clock, completely confused as to what the problem could be. If it happened again, she would go to Elijah.