Am I late?

No, you’re fine.

You sure?

Yes! What’s up?

I lost my watch.

You still wear a watch?

Yup! I like watches. And when I lose my watch I think I’ll be late everywhere.

Couldn’t you just use your phone?

To tell the time?

To tell the time.

I could. But I like my watch. And when I don’t have it, I don’t know, I don’t think of my phone as often. So I worry about being late.

Well you’re not.

Good. I just hate feeling like I’m late.

I’m still shocked you wear a watch all the time. I haven’t done that for years.

You just use your phone?

Yeah!

How do you check the time while on the phone?

I don’t. Or I pull it away real fast and glance. You get used to it and it’s one less thing to think about, you know?

I like watches. I just… like watches.

That’s fine, I wasn’t judging you.

Yes you were. You judged me for my watch-love.

All right I admit it. I was going to call the office of Watch Watching to report you for wearing a watch.

I knew it!

It’s true. And then they would take you in for questioning, but you wouldn’t know how long you were there. Because they would take your watch.

Ack!

And as the horror of your life unfolded, without a sense of time, everything you cherish would slip away, until you accepted the lack of watch and became a new man.

This would be a good movie.

It’d be a terrible movie.

So… SyFy?

The Watchbreaker!

Oh I like it. Make it all near-future…

With a twist that the beautiful woman has had a watch embedded under her skin.

A watch-olutionary!

One of the Clocks, the underground Watch Resistance.

“We’ve got nothing but time on our side,” they could snarl as they went into battle.

Oh god, this would be epic.

But I wouldn’t watch it.

Why not?

I’d want to but I’d miss it. Got no watch, man!

Yeah, all right, you need to get over it. Find it or buy a new one. But breathe.

Hmph.

So what would we call the sequel?

Oh fine, uhm, The Hands of Time!

Yes!