There's some quiet for a moment after Mary's departure. Both Montag and Abigail rightfully assuming the woman had left for good and was not coming back. It was such a good sendoff, dramatic and complete. 

So it's jarring when the woman suddenly poked her head out between the two of them, as if she had never left and just repositioned herself behind them. They had not even heard her come up, it was so sudden and unpredicted. Mary herself too was probably surprised with the suddenness of her return.

[color=ed145b]"I'm such a fool! I forgot the most important thing of all! How embarrassing! I had made such a great impression and such a good send off and I have to come back like a fool like I left behind my hat! Ugh!"[/color] She is voicing what she perceived the others to be feeling, wanting to go ahead and get it out of the way so she could bring up what she felt was so important to return for.

Without prompt, two pocket watches are placed in either detective's hands. They are a faded gold color and look old. A small chain extends out the back of the device to be held by like a necklace or purse. Opening up the clam shaped instrument revealed it's a cracked pocket watch. Dusty and cracked, they looked like they had been out of use for decades. The arms of the clock both frozen in place, not moving, pointing at the roman numeral lettering that swirled around the hands in a circle. The time it was stuck at is 12:07'o clock in the morning, midnight. Once a moment has passed, the arms begin to tick forward like time had momentarily paused until the watch was opened, it rolls around the clock a few times, before settling accurately on the current present time. These watches must've been heavily modified, and felt strange to hold in one's hand. The feeling was as if something lived inside of it.

[color=ed145b]"There! That mark on midnight is when Marie is fated to die. It'll only work when you open it, so do keep it closed until tomorrow so you don't confuse the poor thing." [/color]Mary also spoke of it as if were alive and had feelings. 

[color=ed145b]"I'm such a fool. Should've been the first thing I opened with. Oh well. Best not to dwell on these things. Now I'll be leaving. Pretend I still left on a good note for me." [/color] Mary gave a forced smile, as if to will the encounter to be less awkward through sheer force of emotion. 

The diva left and it's easy to imagine once her face was turned that smile morphed into a frustrated scowl, pointed internally at herself. She took great pride in herself, and didn't like appearing a fool. It would probably be best to not try and acknowledge her sudden butting back in. 

The clock is ticking. One day until death.