Christopher went down to the shops on the main streets of town and saw what he needed. Tim peeked through the bag and then fell to the bottom and found a book. One that was small enough for Tim to hold in his tiny hands. He picked of the royal blue thick book and read it.

Tim's P.O.V.

I don't know why it was big enough for me to hold but with the size it was easier to read than a human sized book. But I read it anyways. It was some kind of fairy tale book but with more twists than the originals. Just reading it was just... uhh.... kind of weird. Really bloody actions which is the weirdest part. Why would anyone take something a child reads everyday to something I never want to read again. I close the book and put it behind a pocket watch. But since the clock that was an inch taller than me sat there, I played around with that instead. The hands didn't move and it didn't tick like most do. I flipped it around and saw why. It needed a key to work. There wasn't any keys where any keys in here though. I decided to see if Christopher had any on him. I peeked through to check his pockets. I fell out without him knowing. The stuff below me was cold. Really cold. For years I've seen it but never came out in it or knew what it was. I blinked and realized I was wasting time. I turned around and Christopher was gone. I didn't want any one to see me change from box to human so I ran in between two buildings. As I tried to it didn't work. I looked around to see which way he went. I decided to run past the market he got his stuff at and I ran as fast as I could looking for the clock place but, like I always do, I tripped over something and fell flat on my face. At least it didn't hurt as much as I thought.

Barry's P.O.V.

That little jerk does not pay attention does he. Tripping him was the easiest thing to do. Wonder why he was in a hurry. "Well look who I found!" He looked up and his expression on his face was priceless. I heard him whisper, "Cold." and I went, "Well yeah. Have you ever been in snow before?" Historical question. But believe it or not what he said was real. In all the times I've been out in weather like this I never saw Timothy come out. But hey, that was all in my head. "So... that's what.... this.. is?" Just like that he knocked out on the snow. And I just left him there. He should've figured out why Milada kept him in every winter.

Christopher's P.O.V.
Timothy! He's not in the satchel. He must've fallen out somehow. It's gotten dark out so I should go look for him now.

3rd person P.O.V.
Tim slowly opened his eyes as his vision was blurred and sounds were muffled. His hands were behind his back as he lay still in the snow. He heard a small crack as a pain shot through his entire arm, letting out a small yelp that no one heard. He tried calling Christopher but nothing but silence came out of his mouth. He wished Tina and Milada were alive to help him. That only made things worse. He silently cried as it snowed on top of him. He kept asking himself, Why didn't I know. His vision slowly faded and he passed out once more.