The shopkeeper opened up the box and pulled out what looked to be an antique stop watch. "Well, here you are. Hope this is what you are looking for."
Mary was really starting to get frustrated. "Is this some kind of a joke? How is that watch supposed to get my son back?" she asks.
The shopkeeper scratches his head as he keeps staring at it. "I don't know ma'am. I've never opened this box before. I've worked here a while, but you're the first person who I've gone to get this for. The rest just...leave."
"Leave, what do you mean, leave?"
"Like the boy. Some by the front door. We don't get much repeat business," he said. "Before you spray me again, I'm just doing my job here. Take the watch. Use it if you can figure it out. I don't want any trouble."
"Well, too late for that. Use it. I'm not letting you trick me."
The shopkeeper pressed the button. The face of the watch glowed for a second before stopping. There was some faint writing on a slip of paper inside the box. "To retrieve, visualize location, press button. Press button second time when target appears to retrieve."
Mary grabbed it and went to the TV to see where her son was.
