CHAPTER 21: GOD EAT GOD, PART 5
The dead walk the Earth.
This is a new fact of reality which has been folded into the collective human understanding of existence known as life, with mixed results in the department of acceptance. Wondering for so many years as to what lies beyond mortal life and what waits on the other side, human beings are given yet another stark reminder in a lesson it has taught itself, yet never learned:
'Be careful what you wish for'.
Long before gaining the answer to its question, humans had sought to answer the question by means of philosophy and fantasy, combining them to create a new concept called religion. Once devised as a mere guess comprised of what little facts were available to them, it had soon become reality in the minds of many human beings across the globe.
Over time, their own creation no longer became their means as an educated guess to the questions of the universe, but a coping mechanism against fear that the answers they would find would not be to their satisfaction... and as a means of control for those who would manipulate those still of belief.
After gaining the answer to the afterlife through the hard means of science, most of the human race had shed this concept, as if children putting away their toys as they matured and grew with new information. The change has been a long and gradual path to find enlightenment over the past 10 years...
...but, just as there are still people needing hope against the horrors of everyday life, and those who would control those same people for their own ends, the concept of religion has not yet completely died off. It lives on now in the form of theocratic governments, street gangs, paramilitary groups, and other such loose organizations grouping around shared goals of malevolence.
Danny Fenton, stripped of his ghost half and all his powers that came with it, has come into many close encounters of those same groups, but, after surviving through all the ordeals, he has at last been put to another facet that the knowledge of the afterlife that has been on the back of many minds, but rarely touched upon by the masses:
If ghosts exist, can one connect with with their dead loved ones?
He has found the answer is 'yes'.
Murdered alongside the rest of the Fenton family, Jazz Fenton has returned from her death in the form of a ghost, the same spectral being which she and her family have been hunting for years. Just as each ghost she has fought against has had a purpose and a reason for its existence, she now exists for one of the same goals she held during her years of life as an older sister:
Give Danny all the support she can give him.
Within a small, dingy apartment, something that thought to be long extinct with technological advances in the past few years, she continues to follow through that task, lightly tapping a warm, wet washcloth on the head of Danny Fenton as he laid in an old spring bed, another antique of the past.
The apartment is owned by Danielle Phantom, the female clone of Danny created by Vlad Masters. Despite being generous enough to allow both estranged members of her family (if she can be considered family by the unique circumstances of her existence), she has no interest in the two at the moment, instead putting her focus on flipping through TV channels with her cat, Spooky, sitting on her lap.
After changing through several channels and not being able to find one she could settle on, her attention returned back to the Fentons for an update on Danny's state.
"He doing better?" Danielle asked.
"Getting there. He had a rough patch out there." Jazz said.
"Yeah. He would've been dead if not for me, you know."
"I do know that. And thank you for saving his life."
Giving off a look of surprised disappointment from Jazz's show of thanks, Danielle returned back to her television, continuing to flip through channels to find something of her interest to watch. Jazz, having given Danny enough attention and care, moved to Danielle to talk to her.
"So. Danny said you're his clone. That Vlad made you." Jazz said.
"Yes." Danielle said.
"He never mentioned you before."
"Oh, I just bet he didn't. Guess I just wasn't that big a deal in the life of the great Fentons, am I? Nope. I'm just the little bastard child people like to forget about."
"Danielle, what's wrong? I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding. Having a clone of yourself's not exactly an easy thing to forget."
"But if you hunt ghosts all over the globe, including fighting ones created by other countries, I guess that starts to become more important, doesn't it? Of course, that doesn't go into detail about the geopolitical ventures you've been making over your careers."
Trying to strike up a friendly conversation with Danielle, only to have it turn to a one-sided argument of which she was the receiving end, Jazz found less patience in her ethereal being to continue politely, but had enough to keep talking nonetheless. Finding no answers to her questions by way of polite conversation, Jazz instead tried a more direct and demanding line of questioning.
"Listen. I'm really glad you helped Danny and you gave him somewhere to rest, but I need some answers, and I'm not going to get them unless you actually answer my questions. I don't know what exactly your problem is with me and Danny and the rest of our family, but all but one of them is dead, and the one who isn't barely knows who he is. So, just pretend for a minute that the people you hate and blame for all your problems are gone, and just tell me what the issue is." Jazz said.
Confronted to attention by her direct manner of speaking, Danielle took her eyes off of her TV, directly facing the ghost of Jazz to answer her questions.
"Alright. Go on. What do you want to know first?" Danielle asked.
"Okay. First of all, I want to know where you've been for all this time. How come you never reached out to us?" Jazz asked.
"I didn't want to. I wasn't interested in having anything to do with you."
"Why?"
"I'm Danny's clone. I can't just start to live in his life."
"Why not? Despite what you may think about us, we would've actually loved to have you in our family. You could have come and lived with us. We would have helped you."
"And what about all the people down here? Would you have taken them all in too? No, you wouldn't. You and your family don't give a damn about what happens to us. I chose to stay here to help the little people, the people that you used to care about and protect."
"You're different. You're part of my brother, that means we're siblings, too."
"It's not that, Jazz. Can't you imagine how things would be like for me?"
"What do you mean?"
Danielle let out an annoyed sigh, growing uncomfortable with sharing the many issues in her life and the unhappy feelings that came with them.
"Like I said, I'm Danny's clone. I share his his entire DNA and RNA makeup and all his physical and emotional traits, all except for an extra X chromosome. Other than the more obvious gender differences, we're the exact same person. Imagine having to live with that knowledge, knowing you're some second-rate copy of someone else, when you're always right next to the person who you're a copy of, a constant reminder that you're not original. How do you think that would make you feel?" Danielle asked.
Unable to relate to such a damning life experience, Jazz stood confused on trying to perceive such a perplexing condition, not knowing how to answer the question.
"I don't know. But I don't imagine that would be a fun thing to live with." Jazz said.
"Believe me, it's not. Next question." Danielle said.
"How'd you survive on your own for so long? Not many women live from 12 to 22 on the streets so easily."
"Technically, I'm only 11, it's just my body that's 22, but that's just pulling hairs. I live here in Old Amity Park, and I've lived here for most of my life, surviving by either stealing food, stripping for ectophilliacs, or sleeping with assholes, usually stealing from them when I could. Not a fun life, but it works good enough."
"Ectophilliacs? What are those? And why is this called Old Amity Park?"
"First question: You don't want to know. Second question: With all the new advancement that you brought to Amity Park, didn't you ever wonder what happened to all the old buildings and establishments that came before?"
"Uh, not really. I just thought they were all demolished or something."
"Of course you never thought about that. When all the new buildings that came into Amity Park, all those fancy skyscrapers and buildings, what do you think happened to the old buildings? They had to go somewhere."
"So, what, they just built everything on top of the old town and just left it to rot? What about all the people still left behind here?"
"Like you actually cared. When all that was going down, you were busy living up in the sky where you didn't have to deal with that. You were too busy burying your heads in science or how you could make more money than your own hometown. Your whole family makes themselves big and known with their numerous inventions all getting huge media attention with every new invention, you've never had to know hunger or pain."
"Dani-"
"You may not have been born with that silver spoon in your mouth, but you haven't been able to get it out of your mouth, neither you nor any of your family-"
"DANI! Come on, I'm trying to actually listen and understand you here."
"Don't call me 'Dani'. I go by 'Danielle'."
"Okay. 'Danielle', please tell me more."
"The problem's been happening way before Tucker, but it got worse when you put him in the White House. Since you put him in, he's been doing nothing but giving you subsidies and tax cuts left and right, and little to nothing for everyone else, and you're not the only big corporation that's had bigger pieces of the pie. Wages and income are low, communities are completely shattered, and nobody's got a future anymore. For these past few years, almost everywhere in the country's had the same thing that's happened here happen to them: People move down to the ghettos and poor areas, having no place left to go, and turn to bad people to try to find hope or get by."
As Danielle finished her sentence, the current channel on the TV changed to a commercial, airing a political advertisement for presidential candidate Ellis Robertson.
"When a person passes away, they don't just leave behind their bodies. They leave behind a legacy when they're gone. They make decisions throughout their lives that impact the rest of people and society as a whole. President Tucker Foley has left a legacy that has changed the lives of many people and their worlds for the worst. Wages are still at an all-time low, people die prematurely every day because they don't have access to basic healthcare, and his all-out war against the undead has left many people who are still American citizens left in the dirt. Ellis Robertson will change this unfair discrimination against our afterliving citizens, give the support and means to our living citizens, and bring justice to all American regardless of mortal status. I'm Ellis Robertson, and I approve this message." The advertisement said.
Not wanting any more distractions in the way of their conversation, Danielle muted her television.
"And some people are trying to make a difference around here. Including me." Danielle said.
"If you really hate us so much, then why did you bother bringing us here?" Jazz asked.
"I just told you. I'm trying to make a difference. I'm not fully sold on your 'evil Danny from the future' bullshit, but I know that there must be something wrong if you're dead."
"Not 'fully' sold? Danny not having his powers, me being a ghost, none of that seems to spell trouble for you?"
"I didn't say it didn't spell trouble. I just said I'm not fully sold on it."
"So, you can believe the fact that ghosts are real, you're the clone of a superhero who can change into a ghost and fight other ghosts, and I'm a ghost and I'm standing right in front of you, but bad guys from alternate timelines are a bridge too far?"
"Hmph. Well, it does sound kind of stupid when you say it like that. But, then, why hasn't the rest of the world found out about this yet?"
"You mean... they haven't?"
"Did you see any breaking news headlines that the richest family on Earth and their superhero son are dead? Kind of sounds like it'd be important news, don't you?"
Never realizing what seemed painfully obvious when pointed out, Jazz took to the question with a frightful interest, unable to understand how such news was not known to the world yet. Taking Danielle's remote to the television, she unmuted the TV and began flipping to the news channels, trying to find more information to answer her question.
"What are you doing?" Danielle asked.
"Looking for some important news. Like you said, there should've been something on us after what happened." Jazz said.
Moving to one news channel reporting the military operation in Haiti led by Demon Phantom, Jazz stopped to watch its report. The footage was a main show of the channel's news reporter recounting the event, with some footage of the battleground shown, including shots of what appeared to be the Fentons watching on.
Confusing as it was to Jazz, watching her dead body along with the bodies of her family supposedly alive again, the explanation brought upon further confusion.
"...special military operation in Haiti was held last night by Danny Phantom and the Fentons, approved by President Tucker Foley. Reports say that the purpose of the operation was to seize technology developed by the Haitian government to create a half-ghost hybrid like Danny Phantom himself; a trend that has been seen across various countries, with little success. Though previous attempts were thwarted by the Fentons alone, including their previous operation in Saudi Arabia, this was a full military show of power from the United States government, something never before done under the Foley administration over similar cases. The Fentons were unavailable for comment, but rumors and speculation have been floating that the operation has been part of a larger geopolitical game to put an end to the Danny Phantom projects that have been enacted around the world. I'm Lucia Konietzko, and I've got no pity for the majority." The report said.
Finished with the news report, Jazz muted the television once again, trying to think over what to make of the news report, with Danielle equally as confused.
"Okay... now this is getting weirder. That looked like you and Danny and everyone else on the TV, but you're both right here with me, and one of you is a ghost. How do you explain that?" Danielle asked.
"What, you think I'm trying to trick you somehow? The TV said it happened last night. You were with us last night, you know that wasn't us." Jazz said.
"I didn't say that. I know that you couldn't have been in two places at the same time."
"But I wasn't. My body was there. My ghost is right here."
"So, then who's ghost is in your body? Or the rest of the Fentons? Could it... Could it be possible that the ghosts possessed your bodies?"
Never before contemplating such a possibility before, the explanation seemed all the obvious for Jazz to accept, but nonetheless too fantastic to do so right away.
"I don't know. We never saw anything like that tried before. But what goal would he have to assuming our identities? Or attacking a Caribbean country?" Jazz asked.
"Beats me. You're the scientist here." Danielle said.
Once again resorting to apathy, Danielle laid back in her chair, laying around at her leisure in the face of the conspiratorial events taking place. Having far more personal investment in the matter than Danielle, Jazz does not share her uncaring approach, confronting her on her dismissiveness.
"Hey, what is with you? A really, really bad guy has access to all of our resources and technology, and you don't even care?" Jazz asked.
"I bet it's pretty bad, yeah, but I'm not the one who caused this problem, now, did I?" Danielle asked.
"Oh, so what happened to wanting to be a good person and everything?"
"I said I would help you and help Danny off the street. I didn't promise anything about fighting an evil Danny from the future, and I don't plan to get myself involved in any weird crap like that. I got my own problems. You're on your own with that stuff."
"Danny doesn't even have his powers! How is he supposed to fight?"
"I don't know. You tell me, scientist girl. Since you're dead now, you won't have to worry about eating or sleeping. Plenty of time to work on that. That's what ghosts down here have to live with."
"Damn it, Danielle! The man just lost his whole family, including his pregnant wife, and you don't even care about what happens to him?"
Receiving yet another piece of information that changed her perspective of the situation, Danielle turned back to Jazz to hear more.
"His wife was pregnant?" Danielle asked.
"I had only found out a few hours before the fight. I figured it out by myself, and I was really happy about it. Danny and Sam were married since they both graduated, I was a bridesmaid, I watched them walk down the aisle together, and they were just about to have their first kid. I was gonna be an aunt. I was really excited about it, to be able to hold my own little baby niece or or nephew in my arms, to hear them laugh and giggle, to see them smile, to see them raised by my little brother and his wife... I was excited, you know? They were trying to keep it a secret... until the last minute, when they told all of us. We all agreed to make sure that nothing would happen to Sam, to do everything in our power to protect her. Just when we thought it was over... Out of all the people, out of all the goddamn people in our family he could have started with... he chose Sam. He... he just stabbed her right through her stomach, and there was blood spraying all over us. I swear I could feel little chunks of Sam's womb on my face and in my mouth. I... I could feel it in my mouth! We said that we wouldn't let anything happen to them, I said I'd keep them safe, I'd... I'd..." Jazz stammered.
Unable to compose herself any longer, tears began to come from Jazz's eyes, showing a large outburst of emotion from a being made of pure thought and emotion. Watching a woman grieve over an unborn member of her family, Danielle lowered her head in shame over her beratings, no longer stomaching what she had previously said to Jazz moments ago.
"I... I'm sorry. I didn't know." Danielle said.
"I don't know why it is that I came back for Danny, or why no one else did yet, but I do know that I'm here to help him, and I can't find any peace until I do, and I stop his evil self from doing whatever it is he's doing." Jazz said.
Known for helping many ghosts find their way to peace, beyond the physical hold of Earth and its trappings, Jazz's final sentence stuck in Danielle's mind to breed forth further questions, leaving her wondering how to handle the current affair of the two Fentons in her home.
As Danielle was left to wonder on her own, a light moan came from Danny's mouth, catching their attention away from one another and themselves. Returning to her task of tending to Danny's wounds, Jazz moved back to the bed to rub his head once again with a wet washcloth, giving him a warm and comforting welcome back to consciousness.
Opening his eyes again, Danny looked around to find himself in Danielle's apartment; consciously aware that his current location was a home, but not yet aware that is was hers, nor where it laid in Amity Park. While he did not know precisely where he was, he did know that his wounds were being tended to, and, as such, he was safe from danger here here.
When his eyesight began to slowly return to him from the haze of sleepiness and painkillers, the latter put in his body by his caretakers, Danny slowly began to have a clearer view of his location, and those surrounded by him in the apartment. One of the figures recognized was Danielle, but the other, the one currently tending to his injuries, held an even closer significance to him.
Opening his eyes to see the face of Jazz Fenton, the image of his elder sister brought calmness to his senses, allowing him to rest easy in the bed.
"Hey, Danny." Jazz said.
"Ja... Jazz..." Danny struggled.
"Shh. It's okay. I've got you. You're okay. Just relax, Danny."
Calm and serenity returned to Danny once again, prompting his body to lay down in the bed once again. Closing his eyes and letting his breath come slow and deep, his body took to resting off his injuries and wounds once again, needing much time to work through healing itself.
The body demands much in rest, but the mind, what mind Danny still has, cannot give it what it desires. Brushing Jazz's hand off from him, Danny began picking himself up off the bed, standing on his feet and preparing to walk out of the apartment. Not knowing what her brother could be planning, Jazz moved after him to find out his plans while simultaneously stopping them.
"Danny, wait! Where do you think you're going?" Jazz asked.
In his mind without a soul, Danny finds the question much harder to answer than he expects, but he nonetheless understands that there is a goal that he must accomplish, and he must accomplish it somehow. Given a mystic and cryptic soothsaying by a tarot card teller, the creature that Danny Fenton is now moves forth with a purpose, and knows it must fulfill its purpose.
"Need... to go... Somewhere... I need... to go..." Danny moaned.
"Go where? What are you talking about?" Jazz asked.
"Need... powers... back..."
"Danny, relax, we will get you your powers back, but you need to rest."
"No... Need to go now..."
Trying to step to the door to leave, Jazz once again prevented Danny from leaving, needing to find an explanation behind his strange behavior.
"Danny, what are you doing? Our whole family was just killed, including me, and you just wanna head out for no clear reason? What are you even planning to do? Do you not even care about what's happened?" Jazz asked.
"No... Need to go..." Danny groaned.
Given an unsatisfying answer, Jazz's confusion turned to anger over Danny's behavior, now turning her own pain and anger to be inflicted on her brother.
"Danny, what the hell happened to you? Is this another instance of your identity crises regarding your powers? Do you suddenly not have it in you anymore to keep fighting? Did you just give up? Get a hold of yourself, Danny! You can still fight! Why are you acting like this?" Jazz asked.
"I think it's because you gave him a misdiagnosis, doc." Danielle said.
Before Jazz could acknowledge Danielle's reentry into the conversation, she watched as the half-ghost clone changed to her ghost half, stepping towards Danny to analyze the problem herself. Placing her hand against Danny's chest, Danielle reached into his body with her mind; her hand glowing with ectoplasmic energy as she performed a troubleshoot on Danny's power problems.
After a short period of literal soul-searching, Danielle could find nothing within his body that resembled a ghost, revealing the source of his power loss.
"There's the problem. His soul's been taken out." Danielle said.
"What could've happened to it?" Jazz asked.
"I don't know. Maybe your evil Danny destroyed it somehow. But it would explain why the ghost portal didn't work on him when he went in before. The portal worked on him by separating his ghost and human halves, and allowed him to switch between them at will. No ghost half means there's no ghost half to separate, let alone switch to."
"...And we can't recreate a human soul, so that means we'll never get him his powers back, and we can't beat Dark Danny."
The news brought Jazz down with defeat and despair, but Danielle was not so quick to resort to negative emotions, following up with an answer of her own.
"Maybe I know someone who can." Danielle said.
Uplifted once again by a promise that seemed too fantastic to be true, but needed nonetheless as a resolution to their problem, Jazz turned to Danielle in full attention.
"What? How?" Jazz asked.
"You've seen ghosts that can do all kinds of impossible things, ranging from shooting fire out of their hands up to taking entire cities hostage in the Ghost Zone. You also know somebody who can alter reality as they see fit, and all they have to do to do it is grant someone's wish." Danielle said.
A moment of thought is needed from Jazz to remember the name of the ghost in question, and disbelief follows when she does.
"Desiree? Her?" Jazz asked.
"Yeah. Don't worry, she's not the same ghost you fought before. A lot of the ghosts you used to fight aren't the same anymore. Well, Johnny 13 mostly was, but I took care of him already." Danielle said.
"But what reason would she have to help us out? I mean, even if I gave you that she's not an enemy anymore, I don't think she'd be in a big hurry to help us. You weren't so hot on giving us some help a minute ago."
"Well, people change their minds. Even after they're dead. That's why I'm trying to help you now. Besides, you said that there's a ghost more dangerous than any other on the loose and planning who knows what with your technology. I think that alone would be a good enough incentive to help one of the few people who could fight him."
"Wait... you are going to help us?"
"Yes. Like I said, people change their minds. You both lost your whole family, and you've got nowhere else to go. That means I'm all you've got, and I'll do my best to help you. That much I can promise."
The mission laid out ahead seemed like an impossible task to complete, much less begin, but the path was nonetheless clear enough to follow. Skepticism and doubt come after the vision of their quest came into view, contemplating what errors would come along the way, and the path once again began to blur.
Nonetheless, the only alternative was to wait at the hands of Demon Phantom and whatever his plans may be; a possibility that spelled certain death for themselves, even death for those already dead, with no room or probability for life on Earth existing were he to have his way.
Therefore, all that remained in the realm of choice was to accept her offer, heading out into the strange world of Old Amity Park in search for a ghost that might or might not grant their wish and give them the means to defeat the enemy and save the planet from certain destruction.
"Okay, then. I'll hold you to it. You get us to Desiree, help convince her to give Danny his ghost half back, then we get him to a ghost portal to be Danny Phantom again." Jazz said.
"Sounds good to me." Danielle said.
Preparing to make the first step in the journey, Jazz took the hand of her brother, promising to lead it on the journey to help him gain his powers again.
"Danny, are you ready? We're going to go now. We're going to get you your powers back." Jazz said.
"Yes... Must go... get powers... stop Dark Danny... He killed my family..." Danny said.
Brought into the journey against her own plans, hooked into the affair by her own senses of justice and empathy, Danielle prepared to head off with them, stopping to say her goodbyes to one of the other occupant of her apartment. Laying Spooky on the couch, she gave the cat a gentle pet on the head, bidding the feline a temporary, if not a permanent, goodbye.
"You just stay here, you little shit. I'll be back for you soon." Danielle said.
Walking up to Danny to join the two, Danielle, chose to take his hand as well. While not quite sure what to say to such a difficult situation, let alone one as rare as this one, upon looking deep within herself for a small word of encouragement, she found the right one to give to Danny in his hour of need.
"Your family's not dead, Danny. You've still got Jazz, and you've got me. I'm not giving up on you and she's not giving up on you, so you better not give up on either of us. We're gonna find a way for you to get your powers back, we're going to stop this Dark Danny guy, and we're gonna do whatever it takes to do it." Danielle said.
Leading the siblings out the door, Danielle pushed them to the outside world of Old Amity Park, beginning their journey to the ghost named Desiree to call on her help in the fight ahead. Closing the door behind them, they left behind a scene of mixed emotions and history, choosing instead to forge a new history with the future they set forward.
Unbeknownst to them, there was one final member of the party past still in the room listening to them, making himself unseen and unknown to the group, and who the concepts of past, present, and future had no true meaning. Phasing into the room out from his state of invisibility, the ghost revealed himself in the room...
...revealing himself to be Clockwork, the ghost who was master of time.
Floating towards the solitary Spooky, Clockwork received no hisses or snarls from the cat, as any would do to a stranger in their home, but instead bowed her head to him and purred softly. In return for the feline's show of respect, Clockwork lightly brushed her head in a petting motion, showing a display of kindness to the small animal.
His viewing of the animal was one mixed of impartiality and sentimentality; something difficult both to describe and to identify in the eyes of the chronokinetic ghost. Looking through the cat, he can see the past, present, and future of the cat all at once, all playing for him at the same time.
He sees how Spooky was born to a small litter of kittens in an alley, born to an alley-dwelling tomcat and a neglected housecat who was abandoned by its owners, both of who came together and mated to give way to Spooky and her many siblings, born in the same alleyways where her parents lived most of their lives.
Her parents soon died of old age, and many of her siblings perished from malnutrition, predators, and human cruelty, dwindling their lineage down to Spooky herself. After living for a few months on her own, she was soon found by Danielle and given her name, soon snacking on fish stolen from a farmer's market and resting with her new owner in bed.
The events had soon led up to the present day, and beyond that lied a future for Spooky involving dying alone in the apartment, starving from neglect. The outcome could have easily been prevented by a simple feeding schedule to keep her body nourished and allowed her to live longer...
...but that would require Danielle sacrifice her part in the game Clockwork has set, and he would not allow that to happen under any circumstance.
Viewing the cat's entire life in his plan, Clockwork felt in his heart a sense of sadness for the fate of the feline, but also a feeling of joy in having lived it through the eyes of cat. His appreciation is like that of viewing an art piece, taking in the emotional energy put into the piece's creation, and left to contemplate the feelings acquired from the piece to understand what it means to him.
Though his main concern lies with the humans of his plan, he does not dismiss nor disregard where the cat plays a part. The value of the cat's life is equally in measure to a human's life in his eyes, playing a part just as important as any one human to him, part of an interconnecting play that he and he alone controls, and he and he alone has the power to conclude.
Finished with his viewing of the cat, Clockwork turned his attention back to the departing Fentons, watching them leave for the journey which he has predetermined for the trio. He knows that they will head on, he knows that they will succeed, and he knows that it will all go according to his plan...
...but his plan is ultimately known to none except him, and his reasons and rationales are beyond human understanding.
"Enjoy your life while it lasts, Spooky the Cat. There will not be much of it left for you to live soon. 1 day, 5 hours, 9 minutes, and 16 seconds. That is when the world will end." Clockwork said.