stone then whispers to the man. The man calls out and a woman comes in with a camping stove
and a small pan. She lights the stove and puts the pan over it, then takes out a curious bottle
of water. The old man notices me staring at the bottles and says “Holy Water.” I nod my head in
understanding and the old man grunts.
The woman now leaves the room. The old man picks up the stone and drops it into the pan. I
hold back a startled grasp. The old man them pours in some holy water and waits. Suddenly I see
that the stone turns into liquid still glowing as brightly as ever. The old man then asks me for
the pocket watch and I obligingly hand it over to him. He pours some of the glowing liquid onto
it and I gasp as it disappears into the lines. “You can go home now, just look at the new picture.”
He says as he leaves the room. I take back the pocket watch and open it up. The old man is right,
there is a new picture there. I stare at it again and I hear a loud whoosh. I close my eyes and count
to ten. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, and ten I open my eyes and find myself
in my bed, in my bedroom. I put my pocket watch under the bed and fall asleep.
