You watch from a distance as the keeper of time itself hangs a pocket watch into the end of time for the Underlandian’s deceased. Brilliam Hinkle had the misfortune of ticking his last tock today…

You lean on the gate to get a better look, when suddenly, the gate creaks. You gasp, and duck, but not before Time sees you.

“Who is there? I saw you… How did you get in? It is impossible!” Time’s German accent was thick as his voice boomed through the vastness of his kingdom.

Time’s footsteps approach your hiding spot.

“Come out you little wriggling worm!”

He stops around the corner, getting a good look at you as you cower behind a pillar.

“Ah, it’s just a girl…”