"See that, Clock Kid."
Yan Huan held up Clock Kid and said with a faint smile:
"This proves that I'm connected to [Clockmaker], right?"
"...?" Pius stared at the empty air in Yan Huan's hand and asked doubtfully:
"Mr. Yan Huan, are you saying that you're holding a Clock Kid I can't see?"
"That's right."
"..." Pius's gaze went blank.
March 7th hurriedly smacked Yan Huan:
"Are you stupid? He can't see Clock Kid. Can't you take out something he can see?"
"Emmmm... let me think."
Yan Huan felt around inside his clothes, then pulled out a music box.
"Look, an invitation!"
Pius took the music box and examined it closely:
"So you're also a guest of Mr. [Clockmaker]. My apologies... but this can only prove that the chairman invited you here. It can't prove that you knew him."
"..."
Yan Huan thought for a moment, then pulled a hat from his chest and put it on.
"!!!"
Pius was shocked:
"That is... Mr. Clockmaker's hat!"
"That's right. There's no mistaking it. He was wearing this top hat when he met me."
"I heard this was extremely important to him, yet it is now in your hands..."
"I understand."
Pius straightened his back and said solemnly:
"Honored guest, perhaps only you can save the Past of Dreams film series now."
After that, Pius pulled Yan Huan aside for an in-depth discussion.
"..."
March 7th stood atop the ruins and waited silently.
An hour passed.
Two hours passed.
Four hours passed.
Eight hours passed.
"???"
"Damn." March 7th, whose legs had gone numb from squatting on the ruins, staggered to her feet.
"What the hell? Why aren't they done yet?!"
Nearby, a passing Mr. Soda mascot-suit worker stopped and explained:
"Sorry, animation takes a long time to produce. It may