Astra: we need to leave.
Collector: agreed.
TIIICK TOOOCK
Astra: *starts running*
Collector: *starts to follow her out*
TIIIIIIIIIICK TOOOOOOCK
Astra: we need to get out NOW.
Collector: *looks back*
Wait a minute..
Astra: what?
TIIIIIIÌIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK TOOOOOOOOOOOOOCK
Collector: if the ticking is getting louder, that means whatever's producing that ticking..
Astra: is getting closer.
Collector: *looks back*
Astra: stop turning around! We need to get out now!
Collector: whatever it is, it can't be using magic or some kind of cloaking device, those would have been picked up by the drone. So why can't we see it?
But just as he took the final step of the staircase out, he got his answer.
As he looked back for the last time, he noticed a small antique mirror.
And in that mirror, a hunched over figure.
And after that event, collector couldn't get a tune out of his head. A tune that looped over and over again. A little girl's singing.
BEWARE THE METRONOME MAN.