He picked up the pocket watch, disliking how light it felt despite knowing Nathalie had probably used its working parts to repair other, less weathered watches. With the right replacements and care, it could probably be repaired. “I guess finding your owner is my next mystery to solve,” he said, and put it back into the box. This was such a good step forward, and he should have been celebrating or at least been in the mood for it. But he still felt, deep in the pit of his chest, that he was missing something crucial.
