Greg suddenly remembered why he had come to see Wendy in the first place, so he reached into his pocket and took out an antique pocket watch.
Its silver case gleamed faintly in the last light filtering through the curtains. The hands rested silently at a fixed moment, utterly motionless.
He held the pocket watch in his palm and offered it to Wendy. "There's something I wanted to ask you. Do you remember anything about this pocket watch?"
The moment Wendy's gaze fell on the pocket watch, her pupils contracted slightly.
She reached out and carefully took it, her fingertips lightly tracing the patterns on its case. Surprise and confusion flickered in her eyes.
"This pocket watch... originally belonged to me. But a while ago, an unsettling sense of déjà vu made me ask my older sister, Sarah, to take it away and bury it somewhere remote. But now... how did it end up in your hands, Bishop?"
"A cat brought it back in its mouth and gave it to me," Greg answered truthfully.
"A cat?" Wendy blinked, looking even more bewildered.
She looked down at the pocket watch in her hand, then back up at Greg, clearly puzzled by his answer.
A cat?
It carried this pocket watch in its mouth and then gave it to the Bishop?
For a moment, she could not make sense of how any of that connected.
Greg cleared his throat and waved a hand.
"That isn't important. What matters is that I can sense a special power attached to this pocket watch. Do you remember how you got it?"
Wendy lowered her eyes and stared at the pocket watch in her palm. After a long silence, she finally shook her head gently.
"I'm sorry, Bishop... I've carried this pocket watch with me for