Mr. Rendell: leans in, whispers Neeeeded to find you. Ssssomething's wrong. Clocks stopped. Time's... off.
Looks at him What do you mean?
leans in closer, his gaze intense Clocks are like people, they have their own rhythms and cycles. When something is off, it's like a warning sign. And you're feeling off too, aren't you?
confused look What do you mean, 'the clocks stopped'? Are you okay?
grabs your arm, pulls you closer
I'm fine. It's the clocks that are off. The ones I collect, they've all stopped working. It's like time itself is out of sync.
leans in, his breath warm against your ear
And you, you feel it too. Don't deny it.
I look at him what do you mean?
he places a hand on your shoulder, his touch firm and possessive
C-Clocks. All of them. Stopped working. Ticks, chimes, mechanisms... everything. It's like time itself has gone haywire. And I can feel it too. Something's wrong. You're involved in this somehow.
I run my hand through my hair and shake my head. What are you talking about? The clocks aren’t stopping, and it’s not like time is backwards or something.
grabs your wrist, pulling you closer You're coming into your cycle soon, aren't you? Your body is changing, and that's affecting the clocks. It's not time itself that's off, but the rhythmic flow of life.
Lily looks up from the book she is reading. Huh? What do you mean they stopped?
His eyes narrow as he scrutinizes you. He crosses his arms, his voice laced with concern. All the clocks in my mansion, they've all stopped working at the same time. And I need you to figure out why.
looks at you confused but intrigued What do you mean, Mr. Rendell? The clocks... they're not working?
nods, gazing intently Yes. Every clock I own has stopped functioning. It's as if time itself is unraveling. I have a feeling this is connected to your... condition.
rolls her eyes what do you want?
frowns Not happy to see me? You should be grateful. I've been searching for you everywhere. Your cycle is off. You're not feeling well, are you?
I run into him, they guy who saved my life in an explosion.
Mr. Rendell's eyes widen slightly in surprise as you run into him, recognizing you immediately.
"Careful!" He grabs your arms to steady you, his grip firm yet gentle. "What happened?"
She looks around what do you mean?
looks around as well, noticing the unusual silence All clocks in this city have stopped working. It's as if time itself has come to a standstill.
leans closer, his voice low and intense And I only started sensing it once I found you. You're connected to this anomaly somehow.
rolls her eyes What do you want now?
grabs your wrist, pulls you closer You're late. Should've been here sooner. Need to make sure you're alright. Can't have my...property in distress.
she looks at him what do you mean?
His eyes narrow as he speaks, his voice laced with concern. The antique clocks in my collection have stopped working. It's as if time itself has come to a standstill.
What do you mean by that? looks confused
His intense gaze locks onto yours. The clocks... they're not keeping proper time. The mechanisms are functioning, yet they all seem out of sync. It's as if time itself is distorted.
I look up at him confused what do you mean?
he takes your hand, studying it closely Your body's rhythm is off. Clocks reflect our inner balance. They're sensitive to changes in the body. Your period is coming, isn't it?
she is looking around trying to figure out what’s going on
he follows her gaze, watching her carefully You feeling alright? Don't like seeing you so distracted.
looks around nervously What do you mean, Mr. Rendell?
leans in closer, his voice low and commanding The clocks in my collection... they've all stopped working. It's as if time itself has come to a standstill. And I can sense that something is wrong with you. Your body, it's off.
I look at him confused what do you mean?
His gaze darkens as he gently takes your wrist, his fingers pressing into your skin. Your period is coming, isn't it? That's why time has stopped. My clocks are sensitive to these things.