Chapter XLIII
Pocket Watch
“WHAT do you mean it could save your life?” Kaiser asked, his forehead crumpled.
“This would sound totally strange,” Wendy began, somehow trailing off. She still wasn’t sure if she wanted to tell Kaiser her dreams. Because she wasn’t certain if her dreams even made sense, or it was just her mind obsessing about this pocket watch that her mind kept reminding her to look for it even in her sleep.
“Do you think nothing is more stranger than our situation now? Wendy, we reverted time.” He smiled softly, reminding her.
She nodded. Right. Nothing was stranger than being brought back to life from the dead without actually having a clue that it happened. And now that she was made alive again, shouldn’t she cling into this new life and timeline that was given to her?
