The wall clock in the room I’m in made an odd noise. Kind of a “Blrnt!” Then the minute hand started racing to keep up with the second hand. Round and around they went. The hour hand, being short and a little fat, couldn’t quite match the other two, but it tried its best. After a few minutes, the clock went “Blrnt!” again and the race was over. I don’t know who won, but it’s trying to convince me six hours have gone by.