If the attack happened again, Jamie knew where the phone was, at least. He moved back to the counter, picked up his forgotten tea and took a sip, then made a face. It never tasted the same once the tea had gone cold.

Setting the mug back down, he nodded. "Aye, it was...and not for the first time. I went over to the bakery earlier and one of the clocks on the street did the same thing." He thought maybe he had been seeing things, but clearly that's not the case. Well, unless they were both going mad at the same time, which he wouldn't entirely be surprised if that was the case.

"What do ye think it means, Jono?"