As soon as I got home I knew something was wrong. The house was silent. I looked back at the street. No pedestrians. No cars moving. Nervously I crept further down the hall. The clock wasn’t ticking. Carefully, I took it down, the battery compartment was empty.
But when I put the batteries in it the hands of the clock started moving backwards. They got faster and faster, they became so fast that sparks exploded from the clock! BOOM! Imagine a place where walls are stone and covered with tapestries, where suits of armour clutter the halls, where the beds are HUGE: this is where I’ve travelled to.