[The scenery changes and Clock's eyes fly wide open. The familiar greenery, the healthy tree... it all gnarls and withers before her. It's such a stark change; the scenery ominous and unforgiving.

She immediately clenches her eyes shut and covers her hands over them anyway.]

...what did you do to my memories?!

[Anything else seems impossible. And so she blames the cat. After all... she'd remember something like this. How could she forget something so awful? So heart-achingly sad? No... there's no way. He did this. It had to be his fault.]

I remember it-- the garden, my sister... we were going to play a game. And then... and then that rabbit... None of this is real-- it's not! It can't be!