Jeff stood there, he couldn't turn to check the timer, he could only look in the mirror. He hoped that it had been dark enough at night so that the chronivac would have stopped counting up, and maybe counted down. He wasn't sure because it said he had to be looking at his reflection, it didn't say he had to see it clearly or if a dark shadow counted too.
Early Sunday morning his door opened. It was too early for his parents.
"Yo, Jeffy. I'm going to do laundry. Got anything to wash too?" Jake, Jeff's older brother asked.
Then he noticed the statue. "Whoa, kinky! Didn't know my kid bro was such an artist. Hm?"
Jake started picking up Jeff's dirty clothing from the floor. The leather jacket wasn't washable, so he hung it over Jeff's head. The timer should be counting down now, right?