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Fraser looked at the device with interest. Was it some sort of a watch? An older time piece of some sort? It was in good condition. It looked like it had only recently been constructed. The leather handle felt new. And what about the dial and buttons? If it keeps time, then he had no idea how.

"I like the look of that one," he said to the man behind the counter. He was in a second hand dealers. He wasn't particularly wanting to buy a watch, or an item that vaguely resembled a watch. But he liked it. It had a certain rustic charm to it. "Does it work?"

"No, haven't been able to get that to do anything, to be honest with you. We only just got that in yesterday." He was keen to offload it, having no real idea of its selling points. To get interest after twenty four hours was a bonus.

"How much?" Fraser was hoping for a bargain.

"Give us twenty quid. We'll call it even."

Twenty pounds sounded reasonable to Fraser. He took the money out of his wallet, and proceeded to place the device around his wrist. Fraser tried turning the dial at the bottom edge of it, and waited. Nothing moved. The numbers all stayed the same. There were no hands, no ticking, just some numbers exposed on the face of it.

"I hope it's not broken," and having spoken those words he pressed the dial in, and realised it was also a button. He was just starting to wonder what that did, when he felt something. A strange sensation. A stirring in the atmosphere. He felt himself drifting, not physically, more at an internal level.

He watched in horror, as he heard himself speak the words, "I hope it's not broken." And press the button. And speak the words. And press the button.

It was some sort of a time device. It was broken. He was stuck. In a loop.

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