At the third drop, the patrol's footsteps fell a beat off. Sixty years I've counted, and that gap wasn't there yesterday, nor the day before.

• IsmaThe patrol walked on the hour. Those footsteps were mine.
  Old HazramThat's exactly why it's strange, Captain.
• Grand Vizier KaisAn old man's ear makes no record.
  Old HazramAnd what makes no record gets no fixing either.