Hands Of Time [Chapter 9]

From an onlookers point of view I must have looked like a guard dog in hot pursuit of its mark, reaching the length of its leash before it had a chance to sink in its teeth. Instantaneously I went from what seemed like a hundred miles an hour down to absolute zero. For one moment I could almost feel the warmth of the baby in my arms, but in the next, everything went dark and silent.