It was 1:49, and Jakira Lumière was getting nervous.

She was sitting in her desk, nervously tapping her pen against her notebook. She wished her teacher would stop rambling about stories only related to the lesson and actually check the time.

"Jakira!" one of her classmates hissed in the desk next to her. "Do you mind?"

Obediently, she put her pen down and instead started playing with her hair, still tense.

There were only ten minutes left until 2:00. At that time, really, really sharp, Preciser would arrive somewhere to look for her.

Her quiet, out-of-the-way life was one filled with secrets. Most people she encountered on a regular basis-- which wasn't a lot-- merely knew her name, and maybe that she lived alone with her widowed mother. What they didn't know was that, beyond her shy cover, was her alter ego: Sunray-- one of the two guardians of Milan-- hostess of light. As Jakira, she had no real friends; as Sunray, the whole city loved her. However, there was someone whom she had no trouble calling her best friend: her partner, the host of darkness, who called himself Night. He was her partner in fighting and a natural leader, although he was quite the introvert. While he confidently led the two of them in every battle they'd fought, she'd often seen him shy away from reporters and curious civilians. Even the people he saved seemed to make him uncomfortable if they talked much to him or asked too many questions. Despite these facts, with her he was much more outgoing and talkative. They'd become friends years ago, and had grown extremely close over time.

Don't get distracted. Jakira flashed a look at the big white clock again.

1:54.

She gritted her teeth. Any time now . . .

Ms. Elena finally seemed to realize how long she was taking. "Well, class, we've come to the end of the lesson. You may be dismissed. Don't forget to finish up The Decameron by tomorrow, and to turn in your reports."

Jakira immediately jerked clumsily up from her chair and dashed for the door. She weaved through her classmates and raced down the hallway. A few minutes later she was standing outside her high school, panting.

What time is it?!

She looked around for a private place, then gave up and ran to the side of the school. No one would see anything here. The school was just a giant brick wall from this angle, no windows on this side. Perfect privacy.

She looked cautiously around, just in case some random janitor or pedestrian happened to be nearby, but the coast was clear. Assured of safety, Jakira closed her eyes and began to chant:

"Sun, moon, and stars of light,

All gather and remain

Fuse together and ignite,

To keep the darkness tame."

Even with her eyes shut, she could see a blinding flash beyond them, and feel its subtle heat. The warm sense spread onto her shoulders, then covered her entirely . . .

She opened her eyes, and for a heartbeat she could see everything: the inner growth of the grass and trees, each individual atom in the air with the electrons swirling around them, wind in visible form, and other processes that hadn't been discovered.

Then she blinked, and her vision was normal again, just sharper. Everything seemed edged with fire. Her body tingled with unimaginable energy, and she felt a secured sense that her identity was safe now, with her mask on.

She started back down the narrow clearing towards the open, hoping no one had seen her go in as a mortal. Okay, I'm on time. Let's just hope no-- Her thoughts were cut off as she walked straight into something hard and soft at the same time.

She blinked in surprise, then sighed as she realized what she'd run into.

A shadow.

Whenever she was in this form, she couldn't touch darkness. It was her opposite, and she could only do it if she concentrated; but even then, she was risking her own safety and the existence of light itself. It was the opposite for Night; he could only be in darkness. Light was like poison for him.

Now, Sunray found herself surrounded by shadows. She was standing in a small bit of leaf-filtered light.

Perfect.

She'd have to detransform, in order to get out safely. Then she'd have to find a different hiding place with a lit exit just to transform again. It would definitely be past 2:00 by then, if it wasn't already. She must've been more distracted than she'd realized, to have made this mistake. It had happened before, but not for a while.

Right before she said the word to deactivate, however, a familiar breeze-like sound echoed through the air behind her. She smiled as a friendly male voice asked, "Something wrong, Sunshine?"

Sunray turned around, suddenly feeling a lot more cheerful now that Night was here. As always, he was suited in a solid black pocketless sweatshirt, flexible black leather gloves, and short masculine combat boots, in color-contrast to her nearly identical gold-white outfit. His identity was hidden by his dark mask, covering the part of his face around his eyes. His hood was up, although they usually kept them off when they were just with each other- so she could just see a few strands of his ruffled black hair hanging partially in his eyes. He was standing an arm's reach away . . . in the shadows from which he'd come.

His powers and abilities were her opposite-- darkness, obviously-- but he could do more than just create and control shadows like she could create and control light. He could also teleport from one shadow to another, anywhere on the planet, instantly. It was a fast and easy way of travel, cost him nothing, and was very useful during the usual fights when the sun was out: it helped him get around easily without worrying about getting trapped. He could be very sneaky this way, but she liked it.

Now he was looking at her, his dark blue eyes alight with curiosity. She realized he must've arrived just as she'd started looking frustrated.

"Kind of," she replied, pointing at her blocked path. "I transformed and pretty much trapped myself. Again." She managed a giggle. "Pretty dumb, I know."

Night flashed her a grin. "If you knew what my everyday life was like, and saw all the dumb things I do daily, this would seem intelligent," he commented. "Either way, I'm here now. I'll get you out of here, fine lady; no need to detransform."

"Is telepathy part of your magic?" She returned his smile with no trouble. "Thanks."

"No problemo." Night began walking down the left side of the path. In the process, all the patches of shadow moved over the grass to darken the path behind him. It wasn't exactly an everyday sight, but it was fascinating.

As he reached the entrance to the sidewalk in the open, Sunray stretched her right hand forward, summoning light with her will. The resulting glow flooded her side of the clearing, and she was careful to control her power's amount. Making it too bright would harm Night; making it too dim would endanger herself. Fortunately, she was experienced with her abilities and was able to keep the brightness limit harmless to both of them.

Night walked back to his partner until he stood close to her side, as close as was safe, and elegantly swept one arm in the direction of the road. "Ladies first," he said sweetly.

She smiled at his familiar gentleman move. "Thank you, good sir," she gushed playfully, then began walking out. Night followed, nearly side by side with her. Sunray noticed with a sting of familiar sadness that Night was brushing his hand along the tiny sliver of space between them, the space she wished was bigger. Golden ripples spread out where his fingers brushed. He was touching the barrier between them, the invisible wall where light met darkness.

In broad daylight as it was now, they couldn't touch each other without one or both of them feeling intense pain. There were only three times of day they could really be together: when the sun was setting or rising, but wasn't in sight, and on cloudy days, during the precious moments of neither direct light nor direct darkness.

They reached the edge of the sidewalk. Night stared at the brightly lit walkway, then glanced at Sunray and slipped along the side against each brick wall, keeping to the shadows.

She stepped out into the sunlight, and several of the passing pedestrians jumped. In the corner of her eye, she saw the arrangement she and Night had made move silently back to what it had been originally.

Night flashed a glance at her. "Are you seeing Preciser anywhere? 'Cause . . . I'm not."

"No . . ." Sunray frowned, scanning their surroundings warily. "Weird, I thought it was past two by now."

"It is," her partner pointed out.

"So where is he?"

"Don't ask me. Just look for--"

A loud creaking sound interrupted him, followed by a deafening CRASH! Shrieks and screams echoed somewhere up ahead around a corner.

Night blinked, then grinned crookedly. "Things getting destroyed with crowds of screaming people," he finished. "That's our cue. Meet ya there." Without another word he raced forward and abruptly vanished.

Sunray broke into a run, a familiar feeling of protective energy rising inside her. With the large amount of extra energy she always received in this form, she reached the noisy corner within moments and skidded to a halt to survey the scene.

The base of the metallic statue a while in front of the well-known Milan Cathedral had been sliced all the way through. The entire statue had keeled over and was sprawled on its side. Standing behind it, holding an enormous black and gray battle axe, was a giant dressed in black armor; the only piece he was missing was the helmet. His face was twisted with a kind of fury and savage ambition. Sunray and Night both knew his goal: to take their powers. That was about all; the two merely assumed he was ridiculously ambitious. He'd been a nuisance to their city for several hundred years now.

Preciser.

Instinctively, Sunray reached forward into the light and closed her fingers around a space that instantly solidified. A moment later she was holding her weapon: a bow and arrow made from pure materialized light.

She flipped it around, notched an arrow, and fired it at Preciser. Her arrows moved at the speed of light, so the single shot created a sonic boom that shook their surroundings.

It deflected off his armor, but it got his attention. He spun around, snarled, "Sunray," and charged. He approached her with his axe over his shoulder to swing, but she was already back where he'd been in the first place. She readied another arrow, called, "Forget who you're dealing with?" and shot at him again.

Meanwhile, Night was making his way slowly up behind their adversary, gripping his weapon: an ancient Scandinavian blade called a seax. It was similar to a sword, but it was too short, and at the same time too long to be a dagger. He broke into a run as he neared the villain, then leapt up onto his shoulders.

Preciser howled in rage and whipped around, unintentionally flinging Night away just as he'd raised his weapon to strike. He landed smoothly in a crouch, then immediately jumped up and charged again.

Sunray raced forward to help, shooting as she ran. Night was doing pretty well on his own-- dashing in for strikes, then springing back quick as lightning out of reach-- but they were a team. Neither of them ever left the other to fend for themselves. Besides, the battles were ended faster when they worked together.

However, as she approached, the lighting rapidly grew brighter. Night's next charge was cut off as he slammed straight into the barrier as it appeared. Blinking in confusion, he nearly fell backwards from the impact, then regained his balance and beckoned urgently to his partner to come closer.

Sunray dodged a slash of Preciser's giant axe, shot at him again, and raced to Night. "What's the plan?"

"Get inside the living room. I need you safe for at least the next--" Night broke off and swung his seax upwards at the giant as he snapped the arrow and stabbed at them. The axe flipped up in the air and skittered across the road.

"What was I . . ." Night looked panicked for a second, but then shook himself as he apparently remembered what he'd been saying. "Right-- stay inside until I signal you. Just gonna try something simple, if you know what I mean."

Sunray nodded, knowing exactly what he was planning. As Preciser snatched up his axe, she zipped past him into the large Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II just beside the cathedral. Just before she entered, she flung her bow into a ray of light and watched it melt into the air before slipping inside the building and yanking the door shut. A number of civilians were hiding inside, and she saw their eyes widen as she entered.

She began running along the entrances and shutting tightly every door, but she hesitated as she approached the last one. Her heart thudding, she dimmed her light and peered out again through the crack.

Night was currently on the defense, trying to fend the giant off for a mere second of peace. The moment he'd gotten that second, he announced, "Lights out!" and snapped his fingers. Instantly the world was swept into total darkness, and the temperature dropped to freezing. Everything fell deadly silent.

Sunray could no longer see anything but pure blackness. She pulled the doors closed completely and slid uneasily down the wall. Stay safe, Night. Please, please, don't do anything reckless. Not again.

An enraged roar made the walls shake. It was followed by a loud clatter, which might have been the giant's axe falling. "I'm going to kill you! Stop stealing the sun!"

Sunray listened harder. Night's indignant voice: "Hey, I'm not stealing it. I just . . . stuck it in a box." CLANG.

"Liar!"

"Me? You accuse me of stealing and lying? That's not very nice. I know I'm human, but . . . well, you're one to talk. Oh, wait . . . aw, dang it, you're right! It's actually in the closet."

More clattering noises sounded, which were then followed by a heavy thump. "Oh, chillax, big guy. This is just a violent version of hide-and-seek," Night's voice went on. "You're it."

Another furious bellow shook the walls.

"Oh, you don't like that role?" WHISH. "Well, neither do I. Sorry, we're not switching."

Preciser growled, "Yes, we are," and swung his axe. Sunray could only tell what their opponent was using because of the sound. In previous attacks, they'd realized that it could robotically shift into any type of weapon with a clicking and whirring sound. Now, she listened to the all-too-familiar noise, her eyes growing wider. She heard it strike something, a yelp from Night, and her partner's voice did not sound again.

Sunlight began streaming through the crack of the door beside Sunray. She stared in alarm at the golden rays. That can't be good . . .

She jumped up, shoved open the doors, and raced outside again, her glow brightening once more. The sight that met her eyes made them grow wider still.

The light was returning. Preciser's axe had transformed into an enormous club. Since the only gears the weapon contained were metal, it was shiny and silver. He was holding it tightly, breathing heavily but staring in satisfaction at Night, who was slumped against the side of the broken statue's base, his dark blue eyes stunned but seemingly uninjured.

On the other hand, his loss of power had horrible timing. The sun and its warmth returned like after a solar eclipse: a relief to Sunray. Now she could fight again.

But Night was in its direct rays.

He flinched as the shafts of sunlight advanced and tried to struggle back into the darkness, but there were none close enough for him. Trembling, his face contorted with pain, he curled up on the ground where he was and didn't move.

Sunray sprinted back to him, panic nearly blinding her. She dropped down at his side. "Can't you go one fight without doing something stupid?" she demanded, half joking and half dead serious.

"S-Sorry," he choked out, his eyes squeezed shut, every muscle tensed in pain. "I-I didn't think it would--"

He broke off with a yelp and flinched away from her as she tried lifting him up to guide him back to the shadows. "Hot," he gasped, "v-very very hot . . ."

Of course her touch would hurt. "Sorry!" she whispered, and started dimming her aura as much as she could, but Preciser charged her before she finished.

She ducked as he swung his newly formed club, then summoned her bow again and fired three arrows at once right back. Once more they couldn't impale his armor, but the force of their speed rate sent him stumbling back into a streetlight, which creaked and collapsed.

She lifted up Night again and guided him gently but quickly back to the shadows, although he was barely conscious at that point. However, within seconds of being back in his home court, his breathing grew easier, and he opened his eyes again. "Thanks," he murmured, then shook his head and retrieved his seax from the air. Suddenly he raised it and cried, "Look out!"

Sunray didn't have the instinct of a normal person to turn around and look. She instantly dove to the side and fired a quick volley of arrows at Preciser just as his weapon, transformed back to an axe, slammed into the spot she'd just been standing in.

She skidded to a stop and spun around, her bow raised and ready, waiting for a counterattack.

But Preciser's attention wasn't on her. He hadn't even pulled his axe from the ground. Instead, he was leaning forward on the handle of his half-buried weapon, staring intently at Night with a glint in his eyes.

"You can't be in the light," the giant king taunted. "Why would you fight alongside your complete contrary?"

The dark guardian stared defiantly up at his enemy, gripping his seax tightly. His only reaction to Preciser's challenge was a cold narrow of his eyes, which spoke his silent answer as clearly as crystal.

The giant continued to stare at Night for a couple moments longer. Sunray had just decided to attack again when Preciser began to move, backing away deliberately into the direct sunlight. The closest shadow was now at least fifteen feet away from him.

Sunray began to tiptoe quietly sideways until she stood about ten feet behind her enemy, making sure she stood clear of his shadow but out of his line of vision, which was much wider and sharper than an average human's.

Satisfied that he hadn't noticed her in the seconds she carried out her simple plan, she silently notched an arrow and pulled back the string. Her bow didn't make a sound as she aimed, but she knew the arrow would, the moment she shot.

She released the string. Her aim was as flawless as Preciser ever could do. Now the giant king tensed at the explosive sound of the shot, spun around, and instantaneously shifted his axe into a large silver shield, held in the path of the flying arrow. The arrow deflected off the smooth reflective surface and, just like a flashlight beam, flashed directly back to where it came from.

Not necessarily shocked at the sudden counterattack, Sunray raised her hand and caught the shaft when it was two inches from her face, then re-notched it and aimed again. "Thanks," she chirped.

Preciser narrowed his eyes. "You wanna play archery, little one?" His weapon transformed into a bow and quiver. "Fine. Let's play archery."

Sunray's jaw tightened.

The only gears his weapon contain are metal. Metal reflects light. My arrows are light.

Preciser nocked a steel arrow and took aim.

Sunray's mind was moving about as fast as her power. Being a giant, Preciser's arrows were much bigger than an average; maybe a little smaller than an Indian hunting spear. Considering the speed of light, she wouldn't have much trouble dodging them; rather, the problem was her own arrows. They couldn't penetrate his armor. If they collided with the giant's arrow, they would shoot straight back toward her, and she would have to avoid both them and a volley from Preciser.

So she would keep her aim where it was for the moment, and when Preciser fired, she would quickly change the direction and shoot at neither. Her instinct urged her to aim for a joint, but she'd have to be careful wherever she aimed; Night was standing fifteen feet behind the giant in the shadows, arms crossed, looking frustrated at not being able to help at all. If she missed and hit him by accident, she would never forgive herself.

Her mind flew back to the present as the giant let go of the wire. Sunray tilted her bow back and shot a few feet higher than her original aim had been. But she didn't get the chance to see where she hit; time seemed to slow down as Preciser's arrow drew closer. Something wasn't right about it. She could see something next to the head, wrapped around the shaft. As Sunray slipped quickly out of its way, it sank into the road and vanished with a flash of blue light.

What kind of arrows is he using?

She and Preciser re-notched their arrows almost immediately and shot again. But this time, Preciser switched his aim right at the moment of fire, shooting further down instead. As Sunray had earlier feared, the two arrows collided, and the next second she had two ammo weapons flying right for her.

Her arrow was moving faster, and she managed to avoid it when it landed, but immediately afterwards the giant's arrow slammed into her shoulder.

To her surprise, the tip wasn't sharp at all; instead, it merely felt like someone had pushed her. She saw the blue light again, but this time it didn't seem as bright as before.

The next few minutes felt like a daze. The edges of her vision clouded, and she was aware of two masculine voices repeatedly calling to her, one simply crying her name, the other calmly giving an order: "Come and give me your light gem."

She forgot where she was. The commanding voice seemed to urge her forward, assuring her that everything was okay. All she had to do was go forward and give the voice her light gem.

But . . . wasn't her light gem really important? It was the only thing other than her-- or whoever held it-- that kept light itself safe and balanced.

Suddenly it didn't seem so important anymore.

Uncertain, she slowly stepped forward, and the other voice, not the commanding one, grew louder and more desperate. Now it was calling her name, reminding her that she had one, and saying something that sounded almost like an order. No . . . more like a plea. She hesitated and tried to concentrate on what it was saying, but the first voice grew louder and pulled her attention back to it. It sounded more stern now, and for some reason she felt she had to obey it.

As she began stepping forward again, she realized she was depending more on hearing than sight. She wasn't sure what she was seeing exactly. An enormous, half-faded fuzzy shape, hand extended. Close by, a human-sized black figure. Somewhere in her swirling mind she knew they were extremely familiar; she'd probably seen them every day. She knew the black figure was close to her. So why was she going to the bigger one? Noting this, she tried to listen to what the black figure was pleading, and then realized that her own will wasn't the thing guiding her forward anymore.

The voice. The commanding one. It was like it had gained a materialized form, smooth as silk, wrapping itself around her and pulling her forward. Her mind began to cloud over completely as her will was slowly broken down, and she tried to fight it. But unable to control her own actions, her hand slipped to her pocket beneath her sweatshirt, where the light gem was kept. The voice's volume increased, until it was all she could hear.

"GIVE ME YOUR LIGHT GEM."

No, she wanted to say. Get out of my head! But she couldn't speak. Her voice had been taken along with her will.

She was just starting to unzip the opening when suddenly the black figure was in front of her, and a hand pushed her backward to the ground. She sat there, stunned, wrapped in sheer confusion.

Different sounds rang in her ears and ever so slightly began to clear her eyes. The sounds weren't voices; they were the constant clashing of metal against metal. She struggled to see what was happening, and managed to make out the black figure crossing a dark blade with the huge, faded form. For a few moments she could just watch; in an instant the black one spun around and shouted, "Sunshine!"

Sunshine. Her special name. The sound of it triggered something important; that was something he said a lot. It was . . . a nickname. A special nickname he'd given her. A special nickname . . . Night had given her. Her beloved partner.

And then, like a crashing wave, all her recently stolen memories came rushing back to her. The big figure was Preciser. The black figure was Night.

He was her closest friend in the world. Her partner in fighting for life. The one who cared for her with genuine love. The one who'd saved her life and many people's lives countless times. How could she ever have forgotten him?!

And right then was the moment she registered what his words had been earlier.

"Come back to me," he'd been pleading. "Come back to me."

-

Two seconds later her mind was completely clear again.

She jumped to her feet and grabbed her bow from the light; she'd dropped it earlier a little after the spell arrow had hit her. As she summoned yet another arrow from her endless source, she notched it in a flash and was pointing it up towards Preciser for the umpteenth time that day when suddenly she put all the pieces together of what exactly was going on.

Before her episode with the effects of the weirdo, subjugation arrow, Preciser had backed far into the direct sunlight. He'd hardly moved at all since then, not counting the fact that he was currently fighting--

--fighting with Night. Her partner had come into the light and was risking his life to save hers. All around them, the shadows were beginning to fade.

This only went to show another reason she shouldn't have forgotten him, spell or no spell. She could barely believe her eyes. The last time he'd been in the light, he'd hardly been able to stand, much less fight.

Yet now . . .

"Night!" she yelped.

He spun around in surprise, and as soon as he saw her, a delighted smile crossed his face. "Sunray?!" His voice was breathless; whatever strength he'd hastily summoned for her was quickly fading.

She opened her mouth again to tell him to get out of the light, but suddenly Preciser loomed up behind him, and she ended up saying, "Behind you!"

Night whirled back around and raised his weapon to parry a quick-moving strike from the giant, whose impossible weapon was now an enormous sword. Her partner stayed where he was for a few moments longer, just long enough for several surprisingly powerful counterattacks on the giant. Then he sprinted past him to the remains of his homecourt, where he immediately staggered and fell to his knees, gasping for breath. All the shadows around them began to grow dark again, and the rising temperature gradually lowered back to what it had originally been.

In the small moments of silence while Preciser was recovering from the shock of Night's attacks, Sunray ran over to the part just outside her partner's shadow and quickly started talking to him. "My turn," she began. "Shadow-transfer yourself into the Galleria and close all the doors once you're in. Turn off all the lights, and make sure everyone stays calm." She started talking faster as Preciser, almost thirty feet away, spotted her and advanced. "The only reason Preciser hit you during darksweep was because he followed your voice enough to figure out where you were, but that's not even possible with lightsweep." She stared into his eyes, and a second later he smiled, nodded briefly, and disappeared.

She turned around to face the charging giant and lifted her readied bow for the last time. She grinned as she let go of the string, feeling the calm she usually felt when they knew the day's fight was soon to be over.

The light arrow flew into his black armor, driving him backwards again, and she lowered her bow, relaxed. "Hey, Preciser," she called. "You wanna know one of Night's favorite phrases?" As the giant stared at her in bewilderment, she quoted, "'Stay away from the light.'"

She raised her hands and clapped twice. What happened next was the complete opposite of what Night had done earlier: in an instant the world was washed with white. This kind of light was so intense it could permanently blind a person who opened their eyes a slit for only a second. Thankfully, the Milanese knew to go indoors whenever their guardians were at work against Preciser.

Sunray was the only one who was able to see during lightsweep. One of the great parts about her special ability was that it didn't just work on humans.

Preciser, clearly seen by Sunray alone, fell to his knees with a roar that shook the ground, clutching his eyes. "Sunray!" he yelled, his voice half angry, half agonized.

"Yes?"

"Make it stop!"

She rolled her eyes and flashed him a triumphant smirk. "Uh, one? Heroes never obey the villain under normal circumstances. Two, last I checked, you're king of the underground city, not Milan. Which means you don't belong here." With the last firmly spoken words she thrust her hand forward. The ground shook violently, loud the first time, hard the second time . . . and then was still. The air grew silent. When she lowered her arm again and returned the light to normal, Preciser was gone. Teleported back to his underground city, where he would stay until the next time.

A few moments later, people began to emerge tentatively from the surrounding buildings, some clapping a little, some taking pictures. Sunray smiled, raising her hand to give a slight wave. Then she realized something: the sun was no longer shining directly on them. A large cloud had drifted in front of it, which blocked it out the same way the sunset did daily.

Night apparently realized it at the same time she did. He materialized beside her, startling a few watching tourists, and hugged her tightly, murmuring in a voice only audible to her, "You're the best."

Her heart fluttering, and a slight blush dusting her cheeks, she returned his embrace. "I couldn't have done it without you," she replied, grinning teasingly.

"Likewise, fine lady." At last he pulled away, still gazing at her with a wide smile.

The little nickname made her smile wider, even though he didn't call her it very often.

"See you Friday," he called over his shoulder as he started to run, then jumped up onto a building and disappeared.

"See you Friday," she echoed quietly. Her smile lessened ever so slightly. "Bye, Night."

Then she turned and began to walk down the street. Some curious tourists followed her for a little bit, but then dropped behind. She walked alone for a few minutes until she reached her home road. Her house was the only one here, and her mother already knew her biggest secret. Closing her eyes as she walked, she said, "Sundown," without stopping. Moments later she was still moving, but was a mortal once again.

As she rounded her driveway, she checked her watch. The day was Monday; the time was 3:24 p.m. She had exactly three days, twenty-two hours, thirty-six minutes, and twelve seconds until the next attack.

Eleven.

Ten.