StopWatch

It was four o’clock in the evening. 25 year old Brian is at the top of the 19th century apartment building that he resided in. His chest was a bloody mess, with a bullet piercing his lung. As he leaned against the ledge gasping for air, he took out the pocket watch and clicked the button on top. In an instant he was standing again in front of his window, staring out at the industrial revolution. This time it was three o’clock in the evening. Down below he sees the dozens of police cars blocking the street with their lights flashing. Brian takes a deep breath and says to himself, “Let’s see if I can do it differently this time.”