Lena wasn't keen on walking home from school through the Market Square, especially when she returned late. The old townhouses cast long shadows and the cobblestones made a deafening sound under her trainers. On this day, the rain clattered snottily against the hood of her sweatshirt. She almost ran past the antique shop. She had never paid much attention to it, but this time something caught her eye from behind the stuffy glass. It was a clock. Old, with ornaments on the case and a torn dial face, it looked as if it remembered the time when her town was still a village. Before she could stop herself, she stepped inside. The bell above the door chimed uneasily. Inside, it smelled of dust, an old book and something sweet, as if caramelised. Behind the counter stood Mr Badger, the owner of the antique shop, with a perpetual smile and a silver beard. "Are you looking for something specific?" - he asked, looking at Lena through small glasses. She shook her head and walked straight up to the clock. It was beautiful in its own quirky way. Lena touched the brass hand gently and felt a strange chill. The clock suddenly rang out a quiet 'tick-tock', even though it had supposedly not worked for years. Mr Badger raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. Before Lena knew it, the world around her trembled slightly and the shop seemed to change colours with every passing second. Whether it was through the reflection in the glass or the unusual clock, Lena saw shadows on the walls that moved to the rhythm of tapping. The door of the antique shop closed with a quiet slam, and a whisper came from behind the bookcase that she shouldn't hear here: "Don't touch the second clue if you're not ready..." Lena looked at the clock, and the hands began to move faster and faster. She realised that she had just triggered something she had no idea about. What would happen if she decided to touch the second hand?