Angela was almost out of the shop when she looked at her watch again. She remembered it had stopped a while ago.
“Oh, no,” she said to herself. She shook her wrist in hopes the watch would start again.
It was an old watch that had belonged to Angela’s grandmother. Angela wore it mostly as jewelry because it was vintage and cool. She used her cell phone when she really needed to know the time.
The watch stubbornly refused to start, no matter how much Angela shook or tapped it. With a sigh, she took her cell phone out of her jeans pocket.
The phone was dead. No power. No light. Just a black, blank screen looking back at Angela. She wondered how much time had passed since she’d begun this adventure.
It had been three o'clock on a very, very early Saturday morning when Angela entered the shop with the neon green eye in the window. There was no school on Saturday, so she wouldn’t get in trouble for missing it.
Still, if her parents found out she’d snuck out and wandered the city all on her own, she would be in a world of trouble. She had no idea how long she’d been gone.
Angela was sure her phone had been fully charged when she'd set out earlier that night. How could it be dead now? And both phone and watch stopping at the same time? That seemed strange.
But then, everything seemed strange here.