“We don’t have a gun,” Abe lied. “How do you suggest--” But Ava just held up the pocket watch. “What exactly do you plan on doing with that?”
“Two of the timepieces are fixed!” she cried, but quieted to a whisper when a passing woman in a bright red scarf gave her a strange look. “Maybe this is partially fixed, too. We don’t know how it works!” She felt a rush as she held the watch in her palm, despite the fact that she still didn’t know quite what to do. Almost absentmindedly, she wound it backward two clicks.
“What exactly do you plan on doing with that?” he asked again. Ava rolled her eyes. “Abe--”
But then she froze, unable to keep from staring at the woman walking by -- in a bright red scarf. The same woman who had given her a funny look just seconds ago. The same woman who had already passed by...going in the same direction. Abe, still glaring in irritation, didn’t notice the woman at all. He was completely unaware.
Ava grinned. And wound the watch backwards again.