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A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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The nurse is quiet at first.

She walks towards the back of this large room, and stands before a large grandfather clock that is frosted with ice. She turns to face you and gestures.

"Here is the entrance."

[ He walks over, Janta and alcohol watering can in tow. ]

The clock...?

[ He considers it for a moment. ]

Is it behind there, then?

The nurse pulls out a key. On closer examination, the grandfather clock's door is wide enough for a person to enter. She opens the door and a cold wind sweeps over you. The area inside is dark.

"She is up here, actually. You cannot see it, but there is a ladder immediately ahead."

[ He shivers briefly, then he nods at her. ]

Thanks for the help, then.

[ He pauses, then ruffles Nurse Hail's hair with his free hand. ]

You're a creepy little avatar of death, but you're still a part of Hail. Take care of yourself.

She lightly swats at his hand.

"I am the only thing in this heart that can take care of itself."

[ Clue lets out an amused huff. ]

Somehow, I don't doubt that.

[ With that, he turns to the clock and goes inside. ]

It's cold and dark.

And behind you the nurse closes the door.

If you feel ahead—not too far ahead, this room is very tight—you can feel the cool, metal bars of a ladder.

[ It takes some careful positioning, but he eventually manages to climb the ladder while still holding onto Janta, his recovered limb, and the watering can. ]

Up you go...

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