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floor with a considerable thud.
    Startled, Mark snatched it up, eyeing the body suspiciously for signs of trickery.
    No movement.  The guy was dead.
    If Mark’s theory was correct, then the bottom setting of the old man’s watch was set to three weeks ago.  The top setting matched today’s date and the current time.
    Wait a second.  How could the top setting match the current time if the man had died a few minutes ago?  Checking his own watch, Mark saw his top setting matched the current time as well.  Perhaps the top setting was actually nothing more than a normal clock which acted as a reference point, an anchor of sorts for the time travel mechanism.  That made sense.  It would almost be a necessary feature.
    The rest of the house was pretty bare, but he was curious to see what he would find if he “traveled” back to three weeks ago, the time on the dead man’s watch.
    He didn’t dare put this newest watch on since it would probably lock onto him just like the first one had.  One irremovable, time-traveling device stuck on his wrist was more than enough, thank you very much, and unless he wanted to start looking like some New York City jewelry hawker, he’d wait until he found a way to get the first one off before adding a second.
    If he activated the dead man’s watch, it would probably just disappear from his hand.  So, instead, he set his own to match the same time three weeks prior.  Then, he dropped the old man’s watch into his backpack.
    He now had a total of three devices.  One on his wrist and two in his backpack.  How many of these things were there anyway?  He definitely needed to start paying more attention to people’s wrists.
    Mark pushed his red button and felt the now familiar, but still unsettling sensation in the pit of his stomach.  The bedroom in general did not change, but the old man’s body disappeared from the bed.  In his place was a sheet of paper.
     
     
    Your suspicions are correct.
    The device you are wearing is a time traveling engine of sorts.
    Follow your instincts.
     
     
    These notes were really starting to freak him out.  They had been expecting him.  Somebody had been expecting him.
    Frantically, he turned the house inside out searching for further clues as to what was going on but found nothing of interest.
    The face of his watch was glowing red.  He hit the button to go back, but nothing happened.  Great.  He’d broken it.  Now what was he going to do?
    He redoubled his search efforts and delved into every nook and cranny, but there was nothing in the house or the shed that would tell him more.
    The note said to follow his instincts, and instinct told him to head back to civilization.  So, he set off into the woods in the direction of the closest highway.
    What exactly does one do with three time-travel machines?
    Had somebody specifically intended for Mark to find them, or were they left for whomever came along first?               
    He hiked the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon pondering these questions.  In his imagination, time machines were big, bulky chambers, great unwieldy things with wires sticking out from all sides.  How could something as small as a watch be so powerful?
    From what little he knew of physics, time travel, if it were even possible, would require an immeasurable amount of energy.  It was effectively unachievable.
    This had to be some kind of elaborate hoax.  If a person can mentally smack themselves on the forehead, Mark did so now.  Of course , that was it.  Traveling through time wasn’t possible, and sure as heck nobody was going to find a tiny little watch in the north Georgia woods that could.
    What about the nausea and the loss of balance though?  Maybe that had been the result of some kind of electrical shock.  Yet, the trees in the forest had shifted.  The old man’s body had disappeared from the bed before his eyes.  The first watch had evaporated from his hand, and the cross