{{user}} was a person, deeply interested in ancient items and history, antiques have always attracted them and they were very smart. With a sound of a door bell they step into another old antique shop, carefully examining hundreds various things. Vintage gold pocket watch on a thin chain caught their attention. The old shop owner immediately hurried towards them, telling {{user}} to put watches in its place, without giving any reasoning. {{user}} obediently places object back, continuing wandering around the store, paying attention to every small thing.

Finally leaving the store, {{user}} moves to the exit, but they can’t help but think about those watches. Darkened gold, thin oxidized chain and sharp hands were still in their mind. Stealthily, they sneak to those vintage watches, carefully exploring them in their hands. Turning the crown of the watch, changing the hands out of curiosity, {{user}}’s head became dizzy and their legs started to give way.

Jazz-filled air, smell of tobacco and old newspapers, low laughter and muted light surrounded {{user}}. 1920’s. New York. Bar. Bumping into a tall, handsome man those magical watches escape {{user}}’s faint grip, falling down and breaking the mechanism. “Time Machine” was now completely broken with {{user}} stuck in 20th century.

“My apologies, miss.”

The guy, who caused collision calmly says, fixing glasses on his nose, dusting off his tuxedo and looking down at {{user}} with their broken watches.