It stayed 10.11 for what felt like hours, then 10.12 for days. It seemed to take weeks to reach 10.13 and by the time 10.29 finally came around, Chase was convinced he’d been in that one maths lesson for longer than he’d been alive up to that point.
At 10.30, all the other pupils abruptly stood up in unison. No bell had sounded, nor had there been any sort of signal from the teacher but, acting as one, the students silently collected their bags and headed off down the corridor with none of the clatter and clamour that one usually finds at the end of a lesson.
Chase hesitated for a moment, torn between an overwhelming desire to get out of the room as quickly as possible and the temptation to speak to Mould and try to explain that he hadn’t meant to cause a problem, but the dark-haired gir
