John had declined to comment, simply taking the proffered keys with a silent nod, and turning in his tracks.Unsurprisingly, the room was empty when he...went in, and John could hear the shower running through the closed bathroom door. He tried the knob, but it too was locked.“Go away!” wailed Anita.John said nothing, but only unlocked the door and walked in. He could see his wife through the frosted glass of the shower door. He yanked the door open and looked in at her.Anita was too embarrassed. He held the red watch box, remembering the longest summer of his life. The silvery watch with its black face and three sub-dials was as perfect as the day he'd taken it off.He put the cheap runner's watch he'd been wearing to one side and pulled the stem on the Speedmaster. People didn't appreciate great mechanical watches anymore. Everything was battery driven or 'perpetual' motion. He understood their convenience, but a hand-wound watch was a thing of beauty. Scott set the time and tried to. Although I was roasting indoors, I thought I might just appreciate the warmth if I was going to try to wander all over Ferelden. I paid the tailor, only half-listening as she told me she was giving me a discount. Apparently she had been contemplating closing her doors for lack of business, but my dress and cloak had inspired her to wait and try to break into making authentic costumes, whether for Halloween or for Renaissance fairs and the like. I appreciated the discount, either way, and wished. But I was up and at 'em by 7:00. I took my time in the john and made myself coffee before checking over the stock. So far as I could tell it looked exactly like the downloaded picture said it should. And it felt appropriately solid as well. I nodded to myself in satisfaction and went down to breakfast, carefully putting a do-not-disturb sign on the knob; if housekeeping came in they might upset my hard-achieved balance of the printer. I could dispense with their services for the day.After.