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In this scene, our hero stands poised before an old pocket watch, debating a few things.
I purchased an old pocket watch from an antique shop, amazed that it still worked considering the manufacturing date of 1897 stamped on its back. At first, I was afraid to wind it up, activate it, fearing Time would find me and make me pay for destroying its Markers. My hands trembled terribly as my fingers hovered over the winding mechanism.
Despite our resolve to be free of Time, we still needed a Marker. I could not tell the passing of the day by looking out at the sun, since having depended on a Time Marker all my life it had rendered me ignorant and blind to the workings of nature. Nor could I accurately read a sundial. By keeping one Time Marker, we would not draw attention to ourselves and Time would not notice that we had disappeared from its watchful eyes. If I were to wind up the old pocket watch twice a day, at the same hour each time, Time would still catch a small glimpse of us. Slowly, gradually, we would abandon this device as well, and learn like the pioneers to read the passage of the sun and shadows to determine the time of day. It was not just resetting Time itself, but our lives.