[Six round indentations - they must be where the keys go, then? Seven of them minus one. Something every one of them has. Hearts are close. Hearts are close... The constant ticking that's been following him, coming from his chest. He holds one hand up against his chest, thinking... and he can't feel his own heartbeat. Does that mean?...]
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Clocks?... [Don't tell him... It can't be.]