Julian was playing at his friend Clara's house, without a care in the world about what time it was.
“DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG!” The sound of the imposing clock chimed throughout the house, startling the little boy.
- 7:00? Did the clock just strike 7:00?
He promptly grabbed his coat, his red scarf, threw his hat on sideways, shouting to his friend as he ran to the door:
- Bye Clara, see you tomorrow!
Before the little girl had time to reply, Julian was running through the streets of the village, dead leaves tumbling around in the icy wind.