"Destiny," he replied as loud as he could, shouting, hoping his words didn't go unheard. His heart racing, lungs pumping and muscles burning, time slowed down.
Click!
The crowd he was carefully battling through seemed to have been frozen. All the people standing in his way like statues, letting him carefully plan his every move, yet so unpredictable, capable of destroying the whole chain of preplanned steps, each sensitively dependant on initial conditions.
Click!
Not today, he thought. Today isn't the day I fail.
Passing a staircase marked as "3" on his left, he decided not to leave the underground passage just yet. From what he remembered, "6" was his exit. I'm halfway there. He felt so alive, yet so exhausted.
Click! That was the third time he heard the second hand click since the adrenaline rush. In that eternal moment, it sounded like thunder, reminding him that time wasn't on his side.