> Lucy: Repair clock and be introspective
causticAccolade
dead yet dreaming
- Location
- Silent Sound, Cipher Cove, Levoile.
You use the LONG-HANDLED NET to pull the other CLOCKWORK FISH from the AQUARIUM, turn it into a PILE OF ASSORTED GEARS, and then PLACE those GEARS in the GRANDFATHER CLOCK. They fit together perfectly! As you carefully place each and every gear into the clock, you start to feel a slight pain in your head - but you're on a puzzle-solving roll, and so you ignore it, slotting them in with as much precision as your eleven-year-old fingers can manage.
As soon as you place the last gear in, you hear a loud click, as if something has been unlocked, and a HARSH LIGHT emanates from behind the mechanism, blinding you for a few seconds before it fades away into a much less painful to look at SOFT GLOW. A few seconds pass, and just when it seems like things have stopped from being events that are happening, things very suddenly unstop from being events that are happening as the entire room starts to shake, and you hang onto the GRANDFATHER CLOCK for balance as you hear an almost overwhelmingly loud GRINDING SOUND, like the sound of some distant mechanism being switched on. The sound, too, fades after a while, leaving the room exactly as before save for the now REPAIRED GRANDFATHER CLOCK.
Well. That honestly raised more questions than it answered. Which, as you're quick to explain to people whenever the opportunity comes up, is actually the OPPOSITE of what a JUNIOR SLEUTH is supposed to do.
The very notion strikes you as completely absurd. Really, what a silly, silly idea. And yet... while you're here, with the reflective glass of the AQUARIUM... you might as well take a good look at yourself, right?
The CLASS MACHINATION [DEDUCTION FOR DUMMIES] has been activated!
You are LUCY CALLOWAY. You are ELEVEN YEARS OLD, you DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE, and you're SCARED.
For a second, the first thing that you notice is that there's something weird about your eyes - but then it's gone. It must have been a trick of the light. They're brown and inquisitive, just like normal. Your hair is black, and cut into its usual bob. But something seems a little strange... it's the same length as you last remember it, but the cut is ever so slightly different. How long have you been here? You don't remember. Your head is REALLY STARTING TO HURT, now.
You decide it's best to stop trying to REMEMBER and go back to ESCAPING. Yes. That seems like a good plan.