whatever happened to saturday night?

There's always something unnerving about a watch that comes to a full stop. In Darrow, Kurt's first instinct is always to look at the city around him, trying to pinpoint whether or not anything else is off, if anything else should serve as cause for alarm. Fortunately, today there's no dust descending from the sky, no indication that traffic's any different than usual. Just a pocketwatch that came to the end of its life.

Sighing, Kurt runs his fingers through his hair, and decides that the watch matters just enough to him that he's willing to shell out money for repairs.

After firing a quick text to Gavin to explain his absence and spending a good half hour on consoling Cat, Kurt slathers on sunscreen to deal with the quickly increasing amounts of summer sun, then sets out to find the nearest watch shop. His smartphone sends him to a little store a few blocks away, clocks hung on the walls from floor to ceiling, each more ornate than the last.

If they can't figure out how to fix his pocketwatch, Kurt suspects no one can.

He steps inside the shop, wandering through the antiques while he waits to be addressed.