Tink. The light went out. Jason knew it was coming, but not when. The last light of the world. The sun had gone out, the bulb was gone. No more light. No more light. The thought went through his mind over and over until he went insane. He struggled around his dark concrete box. The thought warping his mind with every second. He stopped and listened, he heard the soft tick, tick of his clock. His only possession that kept him attached to time itself. He began to reclaim his sanity. He was calm. He was sane.