I closed the pocket watch and held it close to my chest. The silver was cool to the touch and there was a deep ache that rooted itself in me that had nothing to do with the battle that had taken place or the Temporal Key.
My phone was still on the workbench with my clipboard and analysis forms. I checked the time, it was 6:37, my whole night was gone. The museum would be opening in less than one and a half hours. I barely had time to go home and change before I had to be back.
I took a deep, shuddering breath in an attempt to ground myself. Taking the clipboard back to my office, I traded it for my purse and keys, then left the museum.
The rising sun was blinding as I made it back to my apartment. A couple of neighbors were out walking their dog, giving me strange looks through the s
