And Time seemed to run back to its usual course.

Meryl took a deep breath.

The next hour (…hours?) would be the hardest of their whole life.

Anxiously looking around, their eyes stopped at a curious sight, that imediatelly catched their attention.

“huh, are you an inventor?”

Mr. Rato was stil absorted in the emptyness, but at the sound of a voice exterior to his mind he quickly snapped out of it. His eyes adressed the refered object, and he responded with a tired laugh:

“Ha, I suppose I am. Although it has been a long time since I properly exercised this profession. Nowadays I keep these trickets mostly as paper weights.”

Max came closer to see.

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