Bella was casually drifting through a long tunnel of darkness - there seemed to be no end. Luckily, she still had her hula-hoop, so she had something to do during this unbearable waiting. Would she ever make it out of here? And where was she anyway? Maybe it was just a dream? Whatever was happening to her, she decided to take her mind off of it by hula-hooping her way through time. She had counted 250 spins - a new record - when suddenly she bashed into something. Looking up, it was an absolutely gigantic clock.
"Oh, my Gosh. A clock! And it's ten past 7! Oh, clock, where oh where might I be…" Bella sang gently to the poor clock. The clock looked up at her, it's eyes full of tears.
"It… it was never meant to be this way." he managed to stutter. He was obviously in extreme pain. "We're in danger… all of us… everyon--" before he could finish, though, he began throwing up uncontrollably. Times and dates hurled out of his weird clock mouth. Bella tried to run, but she was drowning in the clock's vomit. The clock kept apologizing. "I'm so sorry… bleurgh… I can't help it… bleurgh… I'm dying… curse that… bleurgh… Edward! He's doomed us alll…" the clocks words became distant as Bella drowned deeper and deeper into the clock vomit. This wasn't any vomit, you must understand - it was the vomit of a clock, so it was something special. A talking clock.
Bella couldn't breathe - the vomit filled up her lungs and seeped in through her eyes. All she could see was 1994. All she could hear was 4 o'clock. All she could taste was Monday morning. She managed to let out one last, muffled scream before the vomit consumed her completely.
Will Bella live? Find out in the next exciting instalment of…
ABRAHAM.