In the morning, the kitchen smelled of toast and shoe polish. Hania was tying her shoelaces when she noticed her grandmother's watch on the table. It lay on the cloth like a picture. A scratch in the shape of an accent mark shone on the envelope. Next to it was a note: Wind it three times, only in the morning. Hania grabbed the bracelet. The teeth of the lace ticked once, a second, a third time. The watch did not ring. Instead, it fluttered, as if breathing. The ticking sounded like a silent word. Hania wrinkled her nose and put it on her wrist. On the staircase, the watch blinked with light under the glass. In the middle, just above the pointer, was the word: SAVE. Hania glanced at her backpack. The lock was open, the homework almost sticking out. - Thanks - she whispered to the metal and set off for school. At the bus stop, the glass darkened again. It appeared: LOOK DOWN. Under the bench lay Zuzi's monthly ticket from class. Hania slipped it into her pocket to hand it over. All around, people were walking habitually and the watch whispered only to her. Before the school gate, the signs changed once more. This time the letters formed her name: HANIA. And an arrow to the left, towards the old lime tree by the playing field. Under the tree someone had taped a small envelope to the trunk. On the paper was the same writing as in the watch. Hania's hands trembled slightly as she pulled the edge apart. Inside she found a short message: Show your watch at the big break. Don't be late. She looked up. The pitch was bustling, the ball was rolling on the grass. - Who wrote this? - She whispered. The watch sped up. The hands flicked and formed a single word: NOW. Hania felt someone standing right behind her. She heard her whispered name, very close: - Hania...