[ Ahh, November TDM time. We were young and innocent back then, and Matt hadn't yet defaced any wallpaper or grown way too many wings. There is a feather stuck to his sweater, but that can't be a harbinger of anything.
Anyway.
He's looking down at his phone, scrolling through photo after photo of very similar-looking drawing rooms. None of them exactly resembles the room he finds himself in now, which means he should probably photograph this one and measure it out for the manor model project.
As he considers where to begin, a young woman appears in the doorway. Matt's about to offer her some friendly, anodyne greeting, when he notices for the first time that the door to this room has a weird-looking sort of clock above it. It seems to measure just one hour. Before he can say anything at all, the door swings shut behind her and the clock shifts to 59:59, 59:58, 59:57 ... ]
wildcard - you're tearing me apart lisa aka the room
Anyway.
He's looking down at his phone, scrolling through photo after photo of very similar-looking drawing rooms. None of them exactly resembles the room he finds himself in now, which means he should probably photograph this one and measure it out for the manor model project.
As he considers where to begin, a young woman appears in the doorway. Matt's about to offer her some friendly, anodyne greeting, when he notices for the first time that the door to this room has a weird-looking sort of clock above it. It seems to measure just one hour. Before he can say anything at all, the door swings shut behind her and the clock shifts to 59:59, 59:58, 59:57 ... ]
Oh God, I doubt that's good, [ he mutters. ]