Chapter XLII
Tick Tock
“Tick tock.”
“The hands of the clock keep moving, not missing a single second. Every second count. Every minute matters.”
“Tick tock.”
“Every hour is a chance.”
Wendy heard a voice, murmuring those sentences in tune to the rhythm of a clock. She found herself walking, looking for where that voice was coming from.
It was hazy once more as if she was in a dream, and from a distance, Wendy could see a figure, holding something in her hands. A box. Rectangular in shape. Golden. Familiar.
Wendy moved closer, discreetly so the woman in front wouldn’t hear it. She just wanted to see what was inside the box. One last step and she would be in perfect proximity. But the girl raised her head. Their eyes met.
“Wendy,” they said at the same time. Wendy was looking at Wen
