Is it any wonder I've got too much
Time on my hands
It's tickin' away with my sanity
I've got too much
Time on my hands
It's hard to believe such a calamity
I've got too much
Time on my hands and it's tickin' away
Tickin' away from me
That song (and a few others like it) had been plauging the Palowockee for three days now, driving him to leave his home yet again to wander. His paws had carried him to this desolate place for some reason, possibly because it seemed like the only location similar to his current mood.
It had been a week since he'd see Arwen, the lovely Biolune Rollaby he'd met in Alderect and had promptly fallen for, and three days since he'd heard from her last. The lack of contact had promptly driven him into a strange state of something like depression.
There was something odd about this ancient building though. It wasn't the fact that it was decrepit, or the fact that it was the habitat of ferocious half-machine creatures. He'd just had a horrible feeling since he'd seen it. Shrugging it aside, he stepped past the collapsing threashold.
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