James never knew the time. He gripped his wrist nervously. As a child he had worn a Power Rangers watch. He hadn’t bought it, just found it on the ground walking home from school one day. It kept the time and served its purpose well into middle school. He didn’t even like the Power Rangers. He wore it ironically more than anything else. Eventually the watch was lost in the wash, obliterated in the drier. He never wore a watch again. They made his wrist sweat. He didn’t like them. So he was late, or early, or off the ball.
[Prompt: Where did Jenny hide the gun when the fog descended?]
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