" Mag! Mag! where are you? His face was worn by fear and emptiness. But she smilingly sprung from the gla.s.s door and called him.

"George! she drew closer to him sitting by the bed.

"I'm hungry, let's both prepare for our lunch." She then led him to the kitchen.

" Lunch? how do you know that its midday now?" He quizzically asked.

" Our secret rooms have diverse and jumbled clocks. After our lunch, I'll show you the places I've been inside for the past half a month." She excitingly turned her head to him.

" Wow! will you allow me to see what's inside that gla.s.s door today?" He chuckled and attempted to pull the ribbonete of her ap.r.o.n at the the back.

" Yes, why not. I've read that part of the journal that you must see them and read the signs within." At full speed, she lightly slapped his hand without even looking at him who excitingly attempted of disentangling the ribbonete tie of the ap.r.o.n that made him behave again and sat back in front of the stove.

" This must be very interesting." He whispered sheepishly.

" I found a black military navy chelsea clock, its my favorite. It looks really durable." She smiled while mixing the flour with sugar and George tried to start the stove for the pan.

" Hmm, its a timepiece Dad used in the navy that keeps them abreast with accurate time, it has actually the best good quality. Good he left us some of it."

" But the other looks different. There's one clock which is quiet rare amongst, it alarms twice already within a half month of my stay inside. I want you to see it, its so strange."

" How do it look like?" He turned his head on her from stirring the flour with sugar while knotting again the ribbonete on her waist.

" Its a square. I've been busy watching at it for several days as it normally ticks but alarms just twice. When it alarmed twice, its hair-raising and spine-chilling, creepy - yes. I thought you knew that clock." She gawkily said.

"Hmm, I'll go there now."

" No! not yet." She smiled. Put first the oil on the pan and its all set here."

" Which one, the snake oil or cooking oil?" Then he laughed while she pinched his ear.

" Haha! you cooked a mushroom for your husband using the snake oil and even ma.s.saged me with it. I caught it from Albrecht when Fr. Matias was asking for his snake oil reservation, but you took it." He