Alvon smiled and made his way downstairs. After a long night of sneaking about with Elena, Rhianna did not have many problems falling asleep......<br/><br/>"WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" Screamed the cloud's artificial mouth. A loud rumbling could be heard from downstairs and soon enough, amid the magic mouth's shouts, the spellbrush ran up the stairs, his fingers gesturing as he went. At last coming into Rhianna's room, the wizard pointed his finger at the clock, and a burst of energy flew from his hand and towards the clock in multiple arcs...<br/><br/>Thoroughly destroyed, the magic mouth's voice slowed and grew deeper, then finally was silenced. Alvon scratched his cheek as he looked at the wreckage of his clock, "...Whoops."