He took her hand and put the pocket watch in her palm, closing it. “There was a time after Gertrude died, before you walked into my shop, when I thought my time was up. It’s funny. You fix timepieces all your life, and you become one with them, one tick after another. Your whole life abides by the hands swinging around. But then you showed up and everything changed. I don’t know if I’m making any sense, but you gave the horologist more time. You gave me a reason to live. When you hold this watch from now on, remember that you have the ability to turn back time. Not many are able to do that.”
