Before their very eyes, the metal clasps began to sizzle as if a corrosive acid had been placed on them. But instead of dissolving away, the steam slowly devoured his brown cow skin leather band, creeping toward the watch’s face from both sides. With every second, the sizzling sound grew louder and louder and all four eyes in the room grew wider and wider

“It’s gonna blow!” She screamed and got behind him in the small space and waited for the inevitable explosion with eyes wide shut.

But as quickly as the sizzling began , it stopped. Silence.

More silence.

When she opened her eyes she was alone. Before her stood a new clock – about the height of her companion.

And his timepiece? The hour and minute hands had changed, reading an unmistakable ten to two.