Another day.
You brush your hands over the rusted alarm clock. The thick moss crawling on the walls had somehow made its way down, wrapping itself around the the clock.
The alarm clock itself has a digital face, flickering weakly with a displayed message.
Today is a (weekday:). We're racing towards the end now.
You glance at Damien, who seems just as mystified as you. Damien leans forward and touches it.(click-replace: "touches it.")[the alarm clock shudders and goes dark. You both stare at it again, wondering if something else was going to happen to it]
You step back.
(click-append: "back.")[ and think. Whoever wanted to trap you both here clearly had plans bigger than either of you thought. It was time to leave this place—before they touched something that was not as friendly.]
Time to [[step forward]].
(mouseover-replace: "Time to")[Need to]
You attempt to step through. You feel yourself getting dizzy.
As your vision sharpens, you can hear the buzzing of exposed wires as you attempt to get your bearings. A headache begins to form. You straighten, rising from a cold, metal table.
You can see shards of glass scattered on the floor and half-filled vials left on racks.
On the ceiling, the light fixtures have completely come undone, hanging by wired threads and flickering weakly.
You are in some sort of laboratory. Abandoned. You can feel a fear itching at you. Where is Damien? How did you get here?
...
[[I must be dreaming. Close my eyes.->Alarm Clock ]]