"Aidan..." Aidan's voice was weak. He was leaning against the wall now not because it was comfortable, but because he couldn't stand. "How long has it been?"

His twin blinked at him. "You're not counting?"

"I was, but... lately I find I’m losing time. I close my eyes for one moment, and when I open them it’s been hours.” Aidan shook his head. “It’s kind of worrying.”

"Well, I've been here seven days now."

"Ten then."

"That's a long time..."

"Tell me about it."

"You're sure your Flame Song will come?"

"I'm sure."

"She'd better come soon."

"Yeah..."