The clock's pendulum swung solemnly, counting the seconds.
She threaded a needle with black thread. They must all be finished I need to finish them! I need more time. More time
that I don't have.
She cut the shapes out. She was so exact after six tries that she didn't have to consult the outlines more than once or twice. The metal skeleton was already assembled. She carefully sewed the cloth around it, working quickly.
There were still two more to make.
She secured the little hands and feet to the wrists and ankles, fastening them securely on. Couldn't have them falling off imagine how disconcerting that would be.
Finally, the seventh was finished. Now, to start on the eighth. And after that, the ninth. The one who was supposed to be as close to perfect as possible. Pray to God that they would be. Keep working.
She jumped in her chair as an explosion shook the building. The machines
they're here. In the city. We're doomed