Sharp ears can hear that terrified breath, even over the roll of thunder - his face splits in a wicked grin as he reaches out, placing his nails against the glass front of the clock and driving them forcefully downward. The resulting screeching sound is terrible.

He laughs at it.

"Isn't this fun?" Still singsong, a cat playing with a mouse just to be cruel.

"I know you're back there...how fast are you, I wonder, if you run?"