For the past week, Harmon had just assumed that his late night absences had gone unnoticed. Lydia had certainly never mentioned it. So, when he walked in through the front door, which he took pains to keep the hinges of well oiled so that he could pass in and out undetected, and found his roommate awake and apparently waiting for him, he was quite shocked.
He nearly dropped the satchel he’d been hauling his ill gotten goods in when she spoke.
“Good evening, roomie. Or should I say morning?” Dia said, glancing at the mechanical clock on the wall, whose exposed gears clicked and whirred as the seconds ticked by.
“I, uhm...good morning, Lydia?” Harmon sputtered, too tired to hide his nervousness behind his usual mask of mild indifference. The bag on his shoulder clanked noisily as he shift
