?'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."