Watch - Breaks

"I would be worried," Jack said as calmly as he could in the face of doom, "if we didn't have a little supernatural what-have-you of our own."

With a triumphant sneer, Jack whipped out the watch. Very dramatically, he pulled the crown to stop time.

But nothing happened.

Jack tried again.

And again nothing.

He shook the watch, then noticed its face: the minute and hour hands were going crazy, spiraling in different directions around and around the face.

"What now. Jack?" Fitzwilliam asked.

"Well, Fitzyme-mate, I think it's time for good ol' Plan B," Jack said, delicately closing the watch and pocketing it.

"We run," Fitzwilliam sighed tiredly.

"We run," Jack agreed.

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The Dance of the Hours, Chapter 2