[@KatherinWinter]
Kenny seldom spared a glance to the black car that had dumped him on the doorstep of yet another home of poor and lost children. Same broken record every time he’d been bounced from one home to another, it’ll be different they understand and are prepared to handle your ‘condition’. He felt his everlasting grin drop of the briefest of moments at the word ‘condition’ it made him sound like a disease or disabled in some way, he was more able than most of the people handling him. 

Slowly pulling his small beaten up case up the stone pavement to the orphanage door he glanced down to his hand where a strange stop watch was being nursed. Unlike other stop watches this one measured days in addition to hours, minutes and seconds; the watch currently read 13d/4h/12m/32s. He gazed fondly at the number knowing that it would probably never be any lower then it is now, this being the last stop in a long line of orphanages. Kenny  never knew or even considered how close he'd been toeing that line up until now but here he was,  never hurt anyone to keep score though.

[color=f26522]"Time starts now"[/color] and just like clockwork his hand rapped against the door as the clock started a fresh.