"I won't let that man do anything with my son." she said as she quickly got back to work in trying to figure out the stopwatch.
"Look, lady...I'm pretty impressed by you. You're determined, I'll give you that. If you can't get that thing working soon, there won't be much of your son left to rescue," he said.
"What do you mean?"
He rubbed his eyes, still sore from the spray. "I just work here. I don't know how the whole thing works. But I do know some things. There's some kind of agenda. This isn't random. Your son is becoming part of that time. And as an adult woman, not a kid. You may be able to get him back, but he's probably not going to be the same, even if he returns to his original shape."
"I just want him back," Mary insisted. She scowled at him. He didn't seem...evil. He actually seemed a bit scared of something. He didn't seem like he had any choice in the matter. Probably, if he tried to stop it, he'd end up back in time like his customers. That didn't make it any less heinous though.
"Maybe you should just go home," he suggested. "You could have another kid. You're still young."
She stared at him.
