A Room in Unusual Circumstances.

Water drips from a faucet.
A clock sounds rhythmic ticks, but it is stuck.
The second hand violently struggles to move on to the 24th second of the hour, but it cannot.
The room is different, but it feels the same.
The room is very still, but the circumstances threaten to up-end everything.
Is the silence comforting? It mostly feels that way.
Though brief moments of panic make it feel threatening.
How did this room come to be this way?
Is there any way out?
Hello?
Is there anyone there?