Time may be growing short for all of us, Daughter.

Time was growing short, so she would change into them now.

He would have to take a little more time, growing in his new ball.

And time for action was growing short, he could feel it.

I felt my time in this world was growing short.

It would be better to wait, even though time was growing short, and find some other way.

Perhaps with time one grew used to them, I thought to myself.

Every time he cut one off, two more grew to take its place.

The whole time this kid's growing up, maybe her mom was never home.

At the end, with time and distance growing short, everybody turned on the speed.