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

• IsmaThe patrol walked on schedule. Those footsteps were mine.
  Old HazramThat's exactly why it's strange, Captain.
• Grand Vizier KaisAn old man's ear doesn't count as a record.
  Old HazramAnd what isn't recorded never gets corrected.