Headmaster Thorne sprang to his feet so fast that his chair flew across his office and crashed to the floor. He had felt something… something what? Something… “…unexpected”.
somethingwhatA dazzling beam of light shone out from beneath the wall of clocks, engulfing the room in a golden glow. Thorne’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and his shoulders fell limp. His head lolled backwards, and he crashed to his knees. For a few moments, he stayed there, perfectly still, and silent, bathed in light, sightless and mute. He raised a bony finger and pointed at some unseen foe. “YOU!” he hissed. “HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS?”
Then, with a low moan, he grasped his head tightly between his hands and squeezed as if trying to squash his own skull. “Too much!” he howled. “Too many days. Days? Years?
