?'s Pov
Running. Gotta keep running.
Tree, don't hit it.
Watch out for that root.
Don't look back, keep running, don't look back.
Snap of a twig at 5 o'clock.
Run. Don't look back.
Run. Don't look back.
Clif at 11 o'clock. Make a break for it.
Yelling. Run.
Don't look back. Two more strides.
Hands reach.
Jump!
Ghosts of fingers touching my back and shoulders.
Falling. Spinning.
Yelling. Who's yelling? Everyone.
Look down.
A purple vortex with clock hands spinning around it like a clock.
Clockwork's portal.
I smile as I blackout.
The last thing I remember, is whispering; "Thanks, ya old Stopwatch."