Timing had been an interesting factor in Chrono's return to the island, and now he was realizing that there was another benefit in his timing: the students and faculty were off on their trip, and so the entirely place was quiet and free of the threat of more random punches to the face. That meant Chrono could get a lot of work done and, by Thursday he stood in center of the church, looking around at all the cleaning he had been doing, and allowed himself a faint smile of satisfaction at his work.

Of course, a few minutes later, he'd notice the quiet, and the silence would start to wrack uneasily on his spine, and he sucked in a breath.

He picked up a bucket. Time to wash the windows. Again.

Being immortal was so incredibly exhausting.

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