“Thank you, Max. Glad that you enjoyed it. Now, may we enter in more serious zones of conversation? I believe this is what you came here for, right?”

“first of all, we don’t even know how we came here, to begin with. we just found a door in the middle of the SEWERS, which makes absolutely NO sense. second of all, why don’t we start with the bizarre fact that is you knowing our names?????”

“So eloquent. Alright, we can go from there, and broad our conversation along the way.

The first thing you must understand, although you seem to have an already solid comprehension of the subject, Meryl, is that you have fell in a Time Maze.”

“yeah, i knew it! ha, science 1, magic 0! pffff.”

“The second thing you must know is that I am the guardian of this place. That is to say, everything that happens within the corridors of this sewerage (which by extension include all the occurrances that happen through the path of any living beings that have and/or will fall here) is of my immediate knowledge. To say it simple: I know everything, and I see everything.”

Max thought it would be of good tone to NOT INTERRUPT him, so he timidly raised his hand instead.

“Yes, Max?”

“So are you magic? Is that what you’re saying?”

“It wouldn’t be that much erroneous to refer to my abilities as “magic”. What we call “Magic”, objectively speaking, is mere but science we still do not accept, as much as what we so proudly call “Science” is but “magic” we accept. Just because our limited minds can’t fully comprehend the mechanics of a phenomena, it does not give us the right to disregard the logic and simply consider it nonsense.

Either way, my extended perception of reality is caused, in part, by the numerous time selves of mine who traverse the corridors of this labyrinth at every moment. It was very likely one of these who’ve captured your friend, and for that I apologize. I do not hold control over any past or future version of me outside of this dwelling, nor do their actions affect this current version of me in any matter, except for granting me seemingly “omniscience” over the corridors that coumpound the time maze.”

Meryl didn’t share of Max’s timidness.

“just cut out the babbling and say: what happened with mr. rabbit?”

It would took only the sharpest of the observers to see the slight, almost imperceptible shine of amusement in Mr. Rato’s eyes when he responded:

“This, I fear, may be impossible.”

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