Doc Tick was a wind-up marvel. With his tiny stethoscope and even tinier prescription pad, he was the heart of the toy hospital. His diagnosis was always spot on, his bedside manner impeccable.

But there was a secret behind his cheerful facade. Doc Tick was a healer, yes, but he was also a victim of his own design. A tiny cog in his chest counted down his life, each patient treated bringing him closer to his inevitable stillness. With every wound he mended, his own life unwound.