It is 6 AM. Jack's expiration timer hit 0 at 06:00. No pain, no sudden light, just the clicks of second coming from the clock. This moment dominates your life. For Jack is was finally here. He made peace with it last night, and went to sleep for a night in which he knew he would not sleep at all. Who needs rest when the eternal sleep is coming up?
He breaths a few times and then he finally opens his eyes. Still in his room. Checking the clock on the wall he starts panicking. It is 06:01 and he seems to still have all his senses. He grabs his right forearm with his left hand, covering his timer that has slowly counted down to 0 for all his life. Finally he takes his left hand off and sees the counter stuck at 0. He is not dead.
A scream: "Whyyyyy?!".