So that was it then. The ticking of clock had been silenced and any sense of time had died along with it. Something deep inside told Nick that the clock had not been accurate, old clocks were never completely accurate unless they were kept nice and had a battery change every once in awhile. That did not mean that it could not be used as a sense to keep track of time. Clocks were things that etched out time carefully, keeping track of what goes on throughout the day in their own way even if they could not physically write it down. That was the job of people, their society. They were supposed to keep track of time; it was essential that they did not lose their sense of time; it was but another test of sanity, to lose your sense of time was to lose sense of reality.<br/><br/>Nick carefully eyed the once grand grandfather clock â€“which ironically were his favorite clocks- carefully as if he almost expected it to start ticking again. But it didnâ€™t, and soon another came to investigate it then mocked the other group. Nick hadnâ€™t realized just how much he relied onâ€¦ no, how much he needed clocks until it had been silenced. Silenced because it had been requested, and now there was nothing, not even the sound of the odd wind. In a way he resented her decision, but it couldnâ€™t be helped.<br/><br/>The redhead was right in saying that they werenâ€™t doing any good just sitting around doing nothing and that everyone needed to stay in their right minds and not get worked up over nothing. They could keep talking about how there was no way out and panic to their heartâ€™s content or they could get up and look for a way, which sounded a hell of a lot more appealing. He briefly wondered if she was trying to establish a leader role. This made sense since she had removed an object of discomfort for someone â€“however that being said the man with the cigarettes was also providing a form of comfort for those who needed it so perhaps he could establish such a role as well. There was potential in everyone and those two seemed to want to be the people who proved that everything would be ok. Including the other man who had touched the clock, he thought, mentally marking the clock as a sort of â€˜courageâ€™ object. Heh, guess he hasnâ€™t really been a team leader at all himself.<br/><br/>Honestly, he wasnâ€™t someone who had it in him to be the leader. But if he was going to be lead he wanted to be sure that the leader fit the bill. â€œGood point, sitting around is getting us nowhere. The least we can do some looking around to see if we can find out how we got into this mess.â€ He said, looking over to the redhead girl, â€œDoes this mean youâ€™ll be the volunteer that goes down the hallway where that sound came from to see what awaits us?â€ She wanted to be the one who ensured everyone kept a level head, fine. But she could only keep her role if she could keep her own head together.<br/><br/>While it may seem so, he wasnâ€™t trying to get into any kind of bravery (bravery? Yeah right, Nick was not feeling very brave at all right now) contest with her or anyone else, nor was he trying to establish his own wall to hide his true feelings about this, in all honesty he was just as reluctant to trust anyone as everyone was. Unity was needed but it would not come easy. Would they fall united or would they fall slowly, one at a time? Time would tell.<br/><br/>Tread lightly, he reminded himself yet again.<br/><br/>But even then he dared take it a step further. â€œI-if this really is just a house, nothing will happen to us. Whoever put us here just wants to have some fun, evidently. We definitely are being fucked with, thatâ€™s for sure. Iâ€™ll bet this is one of those stupid shows like Scare Tactics where they place people in life threatening situations just to make them piss themselves.â€ Nickâ€™s voice cracked for a moment, but he did his best to regain his composure to the best of his ability, what his mental state has allowed to be regained. â€œAny second now, someoneâ€™s going to come running through either that door down the hall or that locked door with a camera in their hand and reveal whatever show this isâ€¦ R-right?â€<br/><br/>Not that making a joke of things would make anything betterâ€¦ Maybe if you wanted something done you had to do it yourself after all. Nick stood form his chair and glanced down the dark hallway, eyes filled with thought. But he would never get the chance to stand up and become brave and snap himself out of his fearful state. The same man that had been giving out cigarettes, one of the people who had â€˜leader potentialâ€™ moved passed him, walking down the hallway towards the open door. Though the man had given an invitation to anyone who wanted to come with him, Nick often liked to do things himself, especially in this situation. Biting his lower lip softly, he watched enviously as the man looked inside.<br/><br/>He was half expectingâ€¦ noâ€¦ he wanted his words to be true. This all had to be one big joke, right? Nick wanted there to be a camera crew or someone with a microphone behind that door. He wanted there to be hidden cameras, as odd as that sounded. When nothing happened that he could see, however, he was disappointed.